Lower Purpose Songtext
von Fit for an Autopsy

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 ′til he can't
And then you′ll know his fucking rage

I had a dream about revenge (revenge)
A million bodies on the slab (slab)
An axe to grind against them all (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's 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 the fucking beast (beast)

I had a dream about revenge (revenge)
A million bodies on the slab (slab)
An axe to grind against them all (all)
You know that dream is all we have (all we have)
An axe to grind against them all (against them all)
An axe to grind against them all (all)
An axe to grind against them all!

You serve a lower purpose (purpose)
You serve a lower purpose (purpose)
You serve a lower purpose (purpose)
You serve a lower purpose (purpose)

And the shit trickles down
To the man in the shades
He can take his licks 'til he can′t
And then you'll know his fucking rage


I′ll never bow to the fucking beast
Beast
Beast

I am the product of my fucking environment (beast)
I am the product of my fucking environment (beast)
I am the product of my fucking environment (beast)
I'll never bow, I′ll never