Black Tie Stigma Lyrics

Greed fuels consumption whores

A never ending thirst, from the product of the poor

The system fails, yet they still succeed

Slaves work to death to satisfy the need

Factories made, like prison walls

As peasants work, upon beckon and call

No refuge, just supply and demand

Windows barred from exit, with profits in hand

Days grow longer

Master's call grows louder

What is left, you choose not to believe

The price of design, despair you cannot see

Every blood stained stitch, a cost you must bare

To make a saving, on money never shared

On money never shared

Factories made

No refuge

Like prison walls

Just supply and demand

As peasants work

Windows barred from the inside

Upon beckon and call

With profits in your hand

Days grow longer

His call grows louder

Factories made, no refuge

Like prison walls, just supply and demand

As peasants work, windows barred from the inside

Upon beckon and call, with profits in your hand

With profits in your hands