It's time we question the things we've ignored Ravage the blood-bought wealth they've stored Through genocide. Spirits of the wicked You stack bills, they stack bodies Numb to empathy Spirits of the wicked You stack bills, they stack bodies Barbaric camaraderie. You refuse To clean up the mess you've made You're leaving land once cherished Now a desert of graves Desert of graves You stack bills and they keep stacking bodies. We lay in false comfort While the savages take hold Debt is the currency of slaves Unless we rise in revolt. Rise in revolt. x3 pirits of the wicked You stack bills, they stack bodies Numb to empathy Spirits of the wicked You stack bills, they stack bodies Barbaric camaraderie. We lay in false comfort While the savages take hold Debt is the currency of slaves. Stand up! Rise in revolt!