There is no grand resolve There is no final fix We salivate and stagnate We sing paralysis This is a cancer womb This is a festered pit We pollinate poison We multiply and transmit (we're such money makers) (we're such earth shakers) This is a salvage den A ma** of wanton prayer Pride in the plague Of snug snug despair There is no end to thirst There is no finite fill We cultivate hollow need We slow drown in swill (we're such money makers) (we're such earth shakers) Sour milk feeder - refuse to detach Creature breeder - seek and extract Judas samaritan - a suite in the sky Breath ravager - s** it all dry (we're such money makers) (we're such earth shakers)