some sad sack sold his soul for six sports cars and a trophy wife.
loveless knowledge lends a hand and sucks him from his life.
desperation strikes when the clock is ticking on his dark contract from hell.
produced 10 albums of blasphemy just to validate his shell.
Exploitation isn't like it
Exploitation isn't like it used to be
But
The rich steal get richer
With the words
Of the streets