You'll die alone with your fear of change your fear of difference, your fear of
truth. You'll die alone after murdering your brothers while setting-up your
guillotine. In god you trust so your sisters you rape. 2000 years doesn't seem

to have changed a thing. You feed the machine with the blood of the poor. You
keep the kids in their place by keeping the drugs on the streets. Some will
never have half the chance we had: A roof, a family, 3 meals a day. But still we

ignore how lucky we are not to have been crushed by the machine.