SEVEN FIGURES - LYRICS

Seven figures, seven ways to die
No one gets out alive
Beverly Hills in flames
In the end, chaos reigns

The army of the bourgeoisie reduced to a pile of ash
Stocks, bonds, trust funds, PACs exist only in the past
A pipe bomb in the lap of luxury, your security is waning fast
Crushed by the wheels of your machine, how long did you think it would last?

Seven figures, seven ways to die
No one gets out alive
Capital Hill in flames
In the end, chaos reigns

Your nightmare is our dream
Destroy your tyrannical machine
Dethrone the upper echelon
Who took advantage for too long