Peel us like slaughtered pigs
And bleed us without Mercy
Too greedy to leave a drop
Spit in our face, and leave us thirty
Confined in concrete cages
Generations hopelessly spent
In aimless and mundane exsistence
But we will never see the end…
They’d rather see us bleed
Spectacles of debauchery
Lies that defile the American Dream
Incorporated and corrupted structure
Like some sick pyramid scheme
Labor camps of un-skilled workers
Benefit only the minority
Sitting on the sweaty backs of others
Using your life as currency
They’d rather see us bleed, No! Revenge… Go!
“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door.” – Emma Lazarus
Corporate fists of destitution
Are closed around our throats
Children are bred consumers
And elderly run out of their homes
They lure with false salvation
Shut out of Aristocracies
Thriving off this great nation
Tyranny hides as democracy
"Infected Brutality" contains Pirosaint's original demos, "Atrocity Not Condign '92" and "Infected Dreams '94" recorded originally in Santiago, Chile by Jose Luis Corral. PIROSAINT