Icons Of Filth Dividing Line
We the coin
They the meter
They the arse
We the excretion
They the system & we’re part of it
They the flies
We the shit
They lay down laws so they can rest
They the oppressors
We the oppressed
They clap their hands so we jump
They commit the crime
We take the brunt
They declare war
We pull the trigger
They the fascist
We the n..er
They issue the boots
We do the marching
They the pissed
We left parching
They click fingers
We push the button
People starving because of gluttons
They the captain of this sinking ship
They only the clasp, we tighten their grip
