Lords of Chaos Songtext
von Job for a Cowboy

The blameless are succumbing
To the ravages of warfare
Built upon capitol and greed

The lords of corruption leave their people
To rot in the gore-riddened streets of chaos
Education, employment and health, all stolen
From the hands that deteriorate at the flesh

The slaving clench their fists
Pleading and praying for a redesigned future
As they reach the brink of renouncement

Dreading to open the mouth
And spill the words of loathing
For with this tongue will only bring execution

Hundreds upon thousands
All damned at the dawning of life
All damned at the opening day of birth


The manufactured gods detach these withered bodies
And sell the land to the highest bidder (of the corporate elite)
With death comes revenue, piles of profit and wealth
All generated in blood

The blameless are succumbing
To the ravages of warfare
Built upon capitol and greed
The lords of corruption leave their people
To rot in the gore-riddened streets of chaos

Education, employment and health
All stolen from the hands that deteriorate at the flesh
The slaving clench their fists pleading and praying
For a redesigned future as they reach the brink of renouncement

Hundreds upon thousands
All damned at the dawning of life
All damned at the opening day of birth

Hundreds upon thousands
All damned at the dawning of life
All damned at the opening day of birth

Hundreds upon thousands
All damned at the dawning of life
All damned at the opening day of birth


The manufactured gods detach these withered bodies
And sell the land to the highest bidder of the corporate elite
With death comes revenue
Piles of profit and wealth, all generated in blood

Piles of profit and wealth, all generated in blood
Piles of profit, all generated in blood