Pester Power

Give us your children,
The ones we don't fuck, we'll eat.
Put them through the mill and churn them out as meat.
Creep into their hearts, into their minds,
Steal them away, leave none behind.
Give us your children,
The ones we don't kill, we'll maim.
They'll follow the piper, right under the train.
Innocent victims shivering and sore,
Lashing, and caning, and rubbing them raw.
Give us your children
The ones we don't lose, we'll waste.
We'll savour the flavour of chicken flesh as we taste,
And ready the infants to consume the lie.
Young lives fresh and fattened
And baked in a pie.
Give us your children
The ones who can see, we'll blind,
Give us your children
The ones who can run, we'll find.
We will make them fear the truth,
Power the machine with the blood of youth,
Twist their bodies,
Fuck their heads,
Sell their souls,
Leave them dead,
Devour their corpses,
Rob their graves,
They're cannon fodder,
Market slaves.