I'm lost in the distance like corroded images expanding in space Man's main need involves several social acts That teach the value of survival taught on a scale That starts with the body then buries the soul And with the price of blood call me a saint And with the price of blood call who a saint? The cost is infinite like im counting the casualties of this industry A closer wrist explains the razor to the world now watch as you spoil the value of a soul Trade d**h for wealth, trade d**h for what Is this destiny or is this a war, man is a social animal