Текст песни Peculate - Capital Credo

We believe in one “Free” Market,
The Manager, the Almighty,
Maker of “freedom” and wealth,
Of all that is, sold and unsold.
Make an offering to the Market.
The most holy of holies,
A gift, a sacrifice,
To prove your faith,
To crush those “entitled” lice.

The greater the offering,
The greater the reward.
The poor don’t need to eat.
They need to mop our fucking floors.

The reign of austerity
Comes down upon us,
Crushes us,
Leaves us no air to breathe.

Pay your dues.
Make your dividends.
Proffer all you have,
Or it’ll be taken from you.

The rain of austerity
Comes down upon us,
Crushes us,
Leaves us no air to breathe.

The more we sacrifice,
The more His radiance will
Shine upon us.

The Market watches over us
Kindly,
All-knowingly,
Yet not equally.

The poor must pay their dues.

Austerity will flee the scene.
Forget everything.
Austerity reigns supreme,
If you know what I mean.