Sepultura

Rotting skinny corpses left alone
They're like and endless disease
Invisible, Painful, Eternal
Creatures fucked by a greedy past
Since you were born
You want to make money and power
A simple fuel to the corrupt
Way of mankind
Hungry for living, To live like a slave
Without knowing your master
You have no value, Your just another one
Death will quench your hunger
Hunger for confidence