Wallow in Vice

You live through your life
Always wallowing in vice
Money, drugs, prostitutes
Running your filthy institute
Addicted youth praising your name
Money seal’s the dying flame
The poisoning of tomorrow’s blood
You spoke… and they heard god
If you come, I will take you
If you don’t, I won’t wait for you
Wallow in vice
Suffering is your price
You and your filthy pride
Rejected by father
This refugee that you saved
Became your best-selling prostitute
She will never get paid
An old white-bellied bastard
Is searching for a service in flesh
You bring the meat for him to see
As inhumane as a trade can be