Cursed with taking a lesser form
Destined to be the downtrodden

An exploitation of power

What makes you feel
A disconnection so completely removed
What last moment resides
No last look up to the sky

And we all realise there is a choice to be made
But taking life is not your fucking choice to make

And their nerves feel pain
As their blood is being drained to serve you

An exploitation of power

What makes you feel
A disconnection so completely removed
What last moment resides
No last look up to the sky
We are devils in their eyes

And everything you know
Fades in some way over time
But how are we still clutching to the past
Like we depend on it for life

Centuries of misuse
Unjustified abuse
And just because we have the means to dominate
It doesn't grant us the right
We are devils in their eyes