We're disposable beings
Part of a yielding culture
(we're) the weeping middle-class herd
Ruled by the hypocrites, abused by the mediocre
We're the expendables
We are blank stares
We're greedy creatures
As we revel, we will decay
We're stuck in the hives at the border of the city
We 're rotting
We are the expendables
We are blank stares
Hell ain't a place we go
Hell is a place we made
And as our lords feast we starve