Give em the ripped one

if i murdered millions, tell me would you believe - if i called it social progress, would you fucking believe in me - if i sugar coated lies, would you believe - like razors down your throat, you swallow your pride and it eats you alive - it seems a mind of its own gets battered down and bought out - ideals lost, not found, what now - quick to shake the hand of a suited man with bloody hands - he pulls you in - this time, he wins - if i bought and sould your freedom, would you believe - distract you with the excess culture - would you fucking believe in me - if i denied everything - you're soiled like your soul - you dig your own hole - and you never get out - if you say that you can seize the day, i'd say get off your knees - and muse about what they can do without and dismiss what you believe. if you say that you can seize the day, i say get off your knees.