Inferior (Flesh Field)

Betrayal and conformist greed We are beneath you, like the dust and the weeds And while you trample us, we are already saved For in the end of it all, you'll become the slave The rich enslave the poor It forces women to become whores We bought their lies, they betrayed our trust We've become the object of their lust When did I lose control? When did I fall apart? I never had a soul I never had a heart The rich enslave the poor It forces women to become whores We bought their lies, they betrayed our trust We've become the object of their lust