Join the “Cult of Amateur” here
Selfish, Malignant, inducer of greed
Infested with thousands, the fields are alive
Open your eyes
Take a good look
At the yellowing crust
You’re stuck on a hook
The Spread of the rot
There’s plague on this land
Bring out your dead
A thousand wired networks corrupting the grid
Insatiable swarm of digital grubs
Encrusting the ploughshare, destroying the crop
Open your eyes
Take a good look
At the yellowing crust
You’re stuck on a hook
The Spread of the rot
There’s plague on this land
Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead
Death on Credit, Death On Credit
Death on Credit, Death On Credit
The song of the rats, leaving the sinking ship
What will you do when the money runs out?
Death on Credit, Death On Credit
The frozen gates of hell, at last, swing open
A spark of hope, the blink of a madman
Death on Credit, Death On Credit
Strung from a hook, locked in a block of ice
Condemned to a death by a thousand cuts
Death on Credit, Death On Credit
Condemned to a death by a thousand cuts
Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun
