This years collection of shame
All the selection in vain
Oppressed people work as our slaves
Most handy the children
Everything you want from us
All the shit you don’t need
This years collection of fame
You’re famous if you dress in my name
All the blood on my hands
The cheaper the slave
The more I gain
Slaves
I bathe in your blood
I’m safe from your judgement
You’re not a part of my first world problem
There’s nothing I can do to stop them
’Cause I’m part of the problem
Everything you want to believe
We just pull out of the sleeve
What we are selling is death
Where the hell is my head
All the selection in vain
Oppressed people work as our slaves
Most handy the children
Everything you want from us
All the shit you don’t need
This years collection of fame
You’re famous if you dress in my name
All the blood on my hands
The cheaper the slave
The more I gain
Slaves
I bathe in your blood
I’m safe from your judgement
You’re not a part of my first world problem
There’s nothing I can do to stop them
’Cause I’m part of the problem
Everything you want to believe
We just pull out of the sleeve
What we are selling is death
Where the hell is my head
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