"Generational Segregation" lyrics
Generational poverty
They blind their eyes but they cannot mask the scent
Before you judge those who live amongst the filth
Pass judgment on yourself
Not a cent to their name
Unknowingly forced into a system formed against them, bleagh
Too burdened to dream
Unable to see ahead of what's been placed before them
We turn our noses and scoff
Forced to their knees they're not praying they're begging us
Picked from the streets, like ticks off a stray
We pull back the curtain
Welcome to the rotting city of gold
Where man is created more equal than man
The effects of the past have been
Ripped and buried from the books
And the blame has been placed on the victims oppressed
Who could have guessed?
The consequence of your actions are
Recompense
Slaves
Under the pretense of labor
Why would they ever feel guilt, it's all in the past
Move on, move on
Generational poverty
They blind their eyes but they can not mask the scent
Before you judge those who live amongst the filth
Pass judgment on yourself
Generational poverty
They blind their eyes but they can not mask the scent
Before you judge those who live amongst the filth
Pass judgment on yourself
Judgment, violence, hatred
Forced into violence
Murder, labour
This never ending cycle repeats
Judgment, violence, hatred
Substance addiction
Murder, labour
The only escape they have from reality
Why should we care for their well being
When the coin that we give goes right up their nose
Into their veins and under their tongues
Refusing to empathize?
Welcome to the rotting city of gold
Where man is created more equal than man
The effects of the past have been
Ripped and buried from the books
And the blame has been placed on the victims oppressed
Who could have guessed?
The consequence of your actions are
Death
How do you figure they cope?
A vice is just fine if not begged for
Give to the rich and steal from the poor
These victims are victims of old
Rotting city of gold
Where man is created more equal than man
The effects of the past have been
Ripped and buried from the books
And the blame has been placed on the victims oppressed
Who could have guessed?
The consequence of your actions are
Minus one
Born to be minused at birth and continue this cycle again and again
Through violence and murder we judge and forget that their
Minus one
A child disadvantaged at birth
And must carve out a path of murder or enslavement
What choice do they have
Generational segregation
They blind their eyes but they cannot mask the scent
Before you judge those who live amongst the filth
Pass judgment on yourself
Not a cent to their name
Unknowingly forced into a system formed against them, bleagh
Too burdened to dream
Unable to see ahead of what's been placed before them
We turn our noses and scoff
Forced to their knees they're not praying they're begging us
Picked from the streets, like ticks off a stray
We pull back the curtain
Welcome to the rotting city of gold
Where man is created more equal than man
The effects of the past have been
Ripped and buried from the books
And the blame has been placed on the victims oppressed
Who could have guessed?
The consequence of your actions are
Recompense
Slaves
Under the pretense of labor
Why would they ever feel guilt, it's all in the past
Move on, move on
Generational poverty
They blind their eyes but they can not mask the scent
Before you judge those who live amongst the filth
Pass judgment on yourself
Generational poverty
They blind their eyes but they can not mask the scent
Before you judge those who live amongst the filth
Pass judgment on yourself
Judgment, violence, hatred
Forced into violence
Murder, labour
This never ending cycle repeats
Judgment, violence, hatred
Substance addiction
Murder, labour
The only escape they have from reality
Why should we care for their well being
When the coin that we give goes right up their nose
Into their veins and under their tongues
Refusing to empathize?
Welcome to the rotting city of gold
Where man is created more equal than man
The effects of the past have been
Ripped and buried from the books
And the blame has been placed on the victims oppressed
Who could have guessed?
The consequence of your actions are
Death
How do you figure they cope?
A vice is just fine if not begged for
Give to the rich and steal from the poor
These victims are victims of old
Rotting city of gold
Where man is created more equal than man
The effects of the past have been
Ripped and buried from the books
And the blame has been placed on the victims oppressed
Who could have guessed?
The consequence of your actions are
Minus one
Born to be minused at birth and continue this cycle again and again
Through violence and murder we judge and forget that their
Minus one
A child disadvantaged at birth
And must carve out a path of murder or enslavement
What choice do they have
Generational segregation
