The Butchers

You got a dream? Well, I got a lovely cleaver,
Silly children, you'll get nowhere being make-believers.
Follow in the footsteps of the great deceivers,
Mostly the one's you would label leaders.
Readers, don't look into it.
The more you know, the more you'll feel like s**t.
Give in to the stereotype's and propaganda hype,
We'll make sure to screw you over if you don't understand your Miranda Rights.
F**k your life,
F**k your individualism,
That's why people who try to be different go to prison!
Incarceration rate has risen,
But we'll make sure not to share those numbers, we prefer to have em hidden.
Hidden, like the false things run through in the news,
We'd rather let you know how much booze Britney has spewed.
Rude with attitude, you wanna be a rebel?
You'll never get hired in a position of high level!
You'll never have a taste of the good life,
Enjoy your drug popping children and w***e for a wife!
We are the butchers,
Cutting up whatever we like,
Your psyche and insight have trembled at our might!
Cause if it's wrong to us,
Well then it will NEVER be right.
Call us fire starters,
We'll make anyone who dies for our cause a beautiful martyr!