| Song | Justifiable Homicide |
| Artist | Dying Fetus |
| Album | Destroy the Opposition |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Profits are the powermad's motivating force. | |
| Just a greedy aspiration to be fed. | |
| Put to the test, they'll fuck all the rest, till all their rivals are dead...they're dead. | |
| Pushed on to fight as the pressure infects and their rotten intentions arise | |
| Our retaliation forces are the primary front we all have got to cut them down to size. | |
| Faceless prophets pushing nazi policies | |
| Money is the | |
| God they defend. | |
| The workers released, the lions are fed, it抯 all just a means to an end. | |
| The war is here and the mission is clear: engage-enforce-erase | |
| Who are they to say we're free? | |
| There's no choices | |
| I can see. | |
| Just look around, the tension builds. | |
| Who's to blame when it comes down? | |
| Drug laws, no privacy, the last breath of sanity | |
| It's all fucked, 慶ause what | |
| I see is too damn many brain-washed humans. | |
| The forces of dissention are released, their products and corruption no one needs. | |
| The cracks within the system start to show so let's fucking let them know think if you can, what a fucking waste of life one too many dreams have broken. | |
| Down through the past, it's a spiral into night try if you can; break this cycle clean. | |
| Work for a wage, it's a lie, it's a mind game, breaking your back for some mother fucker | |
| He doesn't care, and no one really does | |
| Life is short, so get up off your knees |
| Profits are the powermad' s motivating force. | |
| Just a greedy aspiration to be fed. | |
| Put to the test, they' ll fuck all the rest, till all their rivals are dead... they' re dead. | |
| Pushed on to fight as the pressure infects and their rotten intentions arise | |
| Our retaliation forces are the primary front we all have got to cut them down to size. | |
| Faceless prophets pushing nazi policies | |
| Money is the | |
| God they defend. | |
| The workers released, the lions are fed, it zha all just a means to an end. | |
| The war is here and the mission is clear: engageenforceerase | |
| Who are they to say we' re free? | |
| There' s no choices | |
| I can see. | |
| Just look around, the tension builds. | |
| Who' s to blame when it comes down? | |
| Drug laws, no privacy, the last breath of sanity | |
| It' s all fucked, qing ause what | |
| I see is too damn many brainwashed humans. | |
| The forces of dissention are released, their products and corruption no one needs. | |
| The cracks within the system start to show so let' s fucking let them know think if you can, what a fucking waste of life one too many dreams have broken. | |
| Down through the past, it' s a spiral into night try if you can break this cycle clean. | |
| Work for a wage, it' s a lie, it' s a mind game, breaking your back for some mother fucker | |
| He doesn' t care, and no one really does | |
| Life is short, so get up off your knees |
| Profits are the powermad' s motivating force. | |
| Just a greedy aspiration to be fed. | |
| Put to the test, they' ll fuck all the rest, till all their rivals are dead... they' re dead. | |
| Pushed on to fight as the pressure infects and their rotten intentions arise | |
| Our retaliation forces are the primary front we all have got to cut them down to size. | |
| Faceless prophets pushing nazi policies | |
| Money is the | |
| God they defend. | |
| The workers released, the lions are fed, it zhā all just a means to an end. | |
| The war is here and the mission is clear: engageenforceerase | |
| Who are they to say we' re free? | |
| There' s no choices | |
| I can see. | |
| Just look around, the tension builds. | |
| Who' s to blame when it comes down? | |
| Drug laws, no privacy, the last breath of sanity | |
| It' s all fucked, qìng ause what | |
| I see is too damn many brainwashed humans. | |
| The forces of dissention are released, their products and corruption no one needs. | |
| The cracks within the system start to show so let' s fucking let them know think if you can, what a fucking waste of life one too many dreams have broken. | |
| Down through the past, it' s a spiral into night try if you can break this cycle clean. | |
| Work for a wage, it' s a lie, it' s a mind game, breaking your back for some mother fucker | |
| He doesn' t care, and no one really does | |
| Life is short, so get up off your knees |