Ruiner

How light could be our darkest hour? None will be left when they come to collect their blood debts All accounts will run dry, a binary vessel Full of nothing but dust A vicious lust for control has turned us Into faceless pawns for faceless kings Shedding rivers of blood turned the color of lucre greed Fiscal commandments impel and we will obey [Incomprehensible] The fury of the sun has pa*sed into the hands of men Whose hands were already too full of abused strength and anger Of abused strength and power Bio-economics killing again and again