Rid Them (Kedoshim Remix) ft. John Arthur Brown & Kedoshim Lyrics

Capitalism is not born from love or devils

Ringleaders notwithstanding

Seeping systemic luring to chained food

Traps heads within boxes

Mother's milk canned

I am Iron

Deficient and cold hearted

More often than not

Seeking nourishment wrapped in metal

A costly war waged with wages

I can't afford a perspective

There seems to only be refuge in faith

As I consume elements to further my skin

A mother holds her child

Standing in line

Driven into prayer by prices

Commercial goods have answered

As overpriced gods

Filling the shelves

Markets are temples

Bells, chants, jingles, chings

Every purchase awakens a ritual

This is the city

Stone and steel

And everything packaged in smog

Bird's perched on the wire

Dropping on your thoughts

People finding food in the trash

Learning from the things that we trash

While we trash the things that we learn

Capitalism is not born from love or devils

Ringleaders notwithstanding

Seeping systemic luring to chained food

Traps heads within boxes

Mother's milk canned

I am Iron

Deficient and cold hearted

More often than not

Seeking nourishment wrapped in metal

A costly war waged with wages

I can't afford a perspective