Wallow in Vice - Antidote

You live through your life

Always wallowing in vice

Money, drugs, prostitutes

Running your filthy institute

Addicted youth praising your name

Money seal’s the dying flame

The poisoning of tomorrow’s blood

You spoke… and they heard god

If you come, I will take you

If you don’t, I won’t wait for you

Wallow in vice

Suffering is your price

You and your filthy pride

Rejected by father

This refugee that you saved

Became your best-selling prostitute

She will never get paid

An old white-bellied bastard

Is searching for a service in flesh

You bring the meat for him to see

As inhumane as a trade can be