Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Justifiable Homicide, artist - Dying Fetus.
Date of issue: 02.10.2000
Song language: English
Justifiable Homicide |
Profits are the powermad’s motivating force |
Just a greedy aspiration to be fed |
Put to the test, they’ll fuck all the rest |
Till all their rivals are dead… they're dead |
Pushed on to fight as the pressure infects |
And their rotten intentions arise |
Our retaliation forces are the primary front |
We all have got to cut them down to size |
Faceless prophets pushing nazi policies |
Money is the God they defend |
The workers released, the lions are fed |
It’s all just a means to an end |
The war is here and the mission is clear: engage-enforce-erase |
Cut them down to fucking size |
Who are they to say we’re free? |
There’s no choices I can see |
Just look around, the tension builds |
Who’s to blame when it comes down? |
Drug laws, no privacy, the last breath of sanity |
It’s all fucked, 'cause what I see is too many god damned brain-washed humans |
The forces of dissention are released |
Their products and corruption no one needs |
The cracks within the system start to show |
Fucking let them know |
Think if you can, what a fucking waste of life |
One too many dreams have broken |
Down through the past, it’s a spiral into night |
Try if you can; |
break this cycle clean |
Work for a wage, it’s a lie, it’s a mind game |
Breaking your back for some mother fucker |
He doesn’t care, and no one really does |
Life is short, so get up off your knees |
There’s no peace, 'till we rip off the roof of this whole desecration |
Haul out the liars who claim who claim they «got a job to do» |
'Cause we all understand there’re violent implications |
Inside a world that needs us, to see the fucking deal go through |
Deal go through |
Through false tenets heralding the «right to mass consumption» |
The population’s gluttony is spread |
Fatter and weaker, no thinking’s allowed, empty eyes on empty heads |
Chaos surrounds as the system’s cut down, these fuckers are as good as dead |
They’re dead! |
Once we tear out the heart in this evisceration |
You’ll know just where the fuck the world’s going to |
Fuck you if you believe there’s no alternative |
That’s where we fill, fill your empty void |
There’s no changing the faith of the common man |
He’s got life that your mind could never comprehend |
Worthless waste, just a shell of human life |
Now cold dead, a death justified |