Choice presented as illusion
New state-market collusion
You don't know where the money goes
A new state of confusion
Arms sales is big business
There's money to be made through American interests,
propped up by consumer purchase
You have no control

We live off of (the industry of death!)
It all ties back to (the industry of death!)
If you don't have one (the industry of death!)
then you are no one (the industry of death!)
From the food that we eat (the industry of death!)
to the clothes that we wear (the industry of death!)
To the movies we watch (the industry of death!)
and the money we make (the industry of death!)

The money funnels upward
from the child to the parent
Every purchase made
takes a path seemingly errant
Defense contractors
investing covertly;
everything we buy
is made by their subsidiaries
I said well daddy don't you know
that things go in cycles
Death invests in culture
and in return it gets disciples
Those willing to die for something
that they'll never get
Freedom and autonomy
is the carrot on the stick

We live off of (the industry of death!)
It all ties back to (the industry of death!)
If you don't have one (The industry of death!)
then you are no one (The industry of death!)
From the food that we eat (The industry of death!)
to the clothes that we wear (The industry of death!)
To the movies we watch (The industry of death!)
and the money we make (The industry of death!)
I don't want one! (The industry of death!)
I don't want one! (The industry of death!)
I don't want one! (The industry of death!)
I don't want one! (The industry of death!)

Double knot, pulled tight, kick the chair, backslide
under heaven's simple gaze, everything is man-made

Let me out of this prison!
I didn't choose to be born in this structure
Let me down, I won't miss it
I don't want to be part of your industry

let me out
let me down
let me out
let me down