Beast I am the product of my fucking environment The gold standard of visceral hate An ever-flowing stream of misery and violence Sold up the river Our culture is a plague And the shit trickles down To the man in the shades He can take his licks ‘till he can’t And then you’ll know his fucking rage I had a dream about revenge A million bodies on the slab An axe to grind against them all You know that dream is all we have All we have I resent the forces that be Paradise is a parody It’s the filth that grows in the weeds Our house is a target for ends to their means Tell me, is the thought of decency Social serenity so obscene There is no safety in numbers When numbers don’t meet expectations A dead generation Oh king in heaven One foot on the scale And justice grinded to meat We will do your bidding no more I’ll never bow to this fucking beast I had a dream about revenge A million bodies on the slab An axe to grind against them all You know that dream is all we have An axe to grind against them all An axe to grind against them all An axe to grind against them all You serve a lower purpose You serve a lower purpose You serve a lower purpose You serve a lower purpose And the shit trickles down To the man in the shades He can take his licks ‘till he can’t And then you’ll know his fucking rage I’ll never bow to this fucking beast Beast I am the product of my fucking environment I am the product of my fucking environment I am the product of my fucking environment I’ll never bow I’ll never