My Life in the Diamond Trade
I hope you enjoy it's brilliance
I hope it makes you happy
and I hope you die a horrible fucking death

Those rings on your fingers
and pendants around your neck
are covered in blood.
how many must die for your stupid fucking necklace?

children maimed and limbless
families murdered, villages burned
and for what?
for a worthless fucking stone!
don't you care?
don't you see?
you might as well be the one weilding the knife

you butcher for beauty
you buy the death of others
you are a piece of shit
i hope when your fiance puts that ring on your finger
you see the face of every child that died
in a tunnel, clawing that diamond from the ravaged earth