The Inheritance от No Help For The Mighty Ones

Subgenus lace A chain-linked fate The bees fly North They can feel the hangman coming Millions of machines Never before seen Unstitched, unraveling Laid to rest in a dying world Oh sister/brother, we’re all burning high I see white dust against the sky This genocide rivals Dachau In its endless march of victims They say the meek Shall inherit the earth But all I see are the helpless Crushed by the wheel of man They look away They hide their face Black market backwash You see, in this world, money kills We’re in the shadow of a dying world