[Lyric] Thralldom (Yawning Earth)

Pounded into place, molded to this disgrace
Unshielded from all of the horror
Daughter of the concrete, son of the strip mall
Grist for the poverty mill

Shackled by circumstance, The odds were never on your side
Pray at the altar but your admission denied
Give shelter to the snake that envenoms your heel
A thrall to the oligarch

From the day you crawl
To the day your soul escapes
Remember your are dust
A husk to harvest

Bow to thе gods of your false deliverancе
There’s a party on the hill that you can never attend