Kill Kill Kill
Bathory Lyrics

Industrialized abortions
Abortion has become an industrial process, devoid of any ethical considerations

The organs lined up on the shelves
The aftermath of abortion treated as commercialized waste, devoid of any reverence

Colored pills guaranteed to keep you at peace
Psychiatric drugs that numb you to life's problems, but at a cost

With your pitiful fucking selves
The drugs package your life force and render your existence pitiful

So full of nothing behind the closed doors
The lives you lead behind closed doors are empty and barren, propped up by temporary highs

Of your very own misery
You are the architect of your own sadness thanks to your drive for material success

You're getting your share of weird fucking pleasure
Society has normalized watching misery and humiliation on TV, feeding on others' pain

Watching humiliation tv
Of all the things, humiliation is the most ubiquitous and relatable

You're all fucking nothing but bricks on a board
Individual humans are akin to bricks in a game that some unseen players control

Pawns in a game moved and owned by faceless high lords
The so-called masters of the game are nameless, faceless entities that prey on the vulnerable

Useful a cog in the money machine
People are used as disposable pawns to facilitate profit, with no regard for human dignity

Disposable sellable obedient slaves to extort industry
The workforce is viewed as nothing more than replaceable parts to exploit

That's why you kill
The anger and dehumanization you feel breeds a desire for destruction

Why you want to kill
The pervasive despair and corruption make you yearn for death

Why you should kill
The sense of helplessness is so strong that the only way out seems to be violence

And so you kill
The cycle of violence perpetuates itself because there seems to be no other way out of the misery and oppression

Beauty pageants for the five year old
Children are sexualized to fulfill adults' fantasies of innocence

Pay-per-view Christ for your souls
Religion is sold to you on TV like any other commodity

The lottery of mammon will provide for you
The system only rewards the lucky few and the rest must fend for themselves

When you are back broken useless and old
The society strips away your humanity once you’re no longer ‘valuable’

But once you are dead and they'll showed
In death, you’re reduced to nothing but a mere number in the eyes of the system

You into the forgiving flames
Society pretends to care in death, but in reality, they are erasing you

They'll refer to you only by a social security number
Your sense of self and individual identity is denied in the end, with only numbers left to remember you by

And not your name
Your individuality is swallowed up by the system that made you a pawn

Life is no welfare circus you're all born to work and to give
The purpose of life, according to society, is to work tirelessly and give away what little you have

Do not even dare to believe in an alternative way which to live
Any alternative way of existing outside of the current system is deemed unacceptable and taboo

So shut up and swallow the pain that keeps eating you up from inside
All expressions of pain and dissent must be suppressed for the greater good of the system

And continue to timely pay your fucking taxes until you all fucking dies
The system only rewards those who comply and fear not the penalties of nonconformity