Making a living or making a killing
There's no denyin' the blood that is spillin'
Is nothing sacred at all?
I see the writing on the wall
Take it to the Grave
Take it to the Grave
Power for profit, the power to stop it
Lies between you and the whites of your pockets
Is nothing sacred anyway?
Where will you stand on judgement day?
Take it to the Grave
Take it to the Grave
Set out to change, or set in your ways
Seems that your cradle's become your grave
Is nothing sacred anymore?
Cling to your ignorance more and more
Take it to the Grave
Take it to the Grave