[Lyric] Flesh Basket (Entrenchment)

We are the dirt beneath your feet
We are the flock, you're the elite
We are the sheep for you to fleece
The perfect fodder to suffer and bleed

You are the force
We are the resource
We will remain
At the bottom of the foodchain

Feed
Breed
Consume
A flesh basket
Feed
Breed
Consume
A flesh basket

We're the resource
But
We will remain
Natural selection
The fittest or the richest survive
As we rot in poverty
And die

Feed
Breed
Consume
A flesh basket
Feed
Breed
Consume
A flesh basket