Teksty: Die Young. Graven Images. Your Trusted Friends.

They addicted you whilst in your mother's womb
With time they knew you'd grow and consume
Newborns now a mere target market to magnetize with slogans and narcotics

Like all drug pushers, they want your children
Such feeble minds make for perfect victims

The days of The Jungle are not long gone
They still own the game, and you're still their pawn
Though they wouldn't dare eat the shit they sell,
You stand in line, hypnotized by their fucking lies