Fall of Fate - Red Harvest

New world disorder

Meltdown of the human lap-top

You are born into this world

To protect and serve

Feed the golden vacuum of machinery

Walking puke

Living fake lives

You walking puke

The road map has been drawn for you

Protect the money flow

Secure the power players

The fall of Fate

Esculates into a wall of hate

I reject their fakking ways

I reject every fakking thing

They say M.O.A.B

In the da house

It’s coming anyway