- Votes:
- Composers:
- Matt Fox
- Chris Fox
- Harry Dearinger
 
- See also:
Bitter End - Profits Of Doom lyrics
These tanks roll off the line
 And though I make them, they ain't mine
 I make my life from sales of death
 I feel no guilt, I'm just here to collect
 It seems so useless to put up a fight
 You're on their treadmill and there's no end in sight
 They've got us trapped in dead end lives
 No hope or promise, we fight to survive
 Well, we see them as they see us
 Perceptions clouded by fear and mistrust
 We miss the point, we're all the same
 Each wants the other side to take all the blame
 Bitter End - Profits Of Doom - http://motolyrics.com/bitter-end/profits-of-doom-lyrics.html
 Nothing is sacred, nothing is clean
 Defiled and tainted, completely obscene
 They speak of truth with lying eyes
 We've reached the level of those we despise
 Well, men on top they roll the dice
 They play their games and we all pay the price
 And if the truth can set you free
 We're all enslaved by this hypocrisy! 
 You hear the warnings of pain, doom and strife
 Can you imagine a fate worse than life?
 Living this life, you live their lie
 Live for today for tomorrow we die













