125,000 skins and 30 pieces of silver.

The world is become ritual without meaning,
religion without faith,
charity without compassion,
devotion without love,
fear without reason,
anger without passion.

We are the paper people,
of use but without meaning,
stripped of pride and purpose,
filling the time without question,
toeing the line without comprehension,
lending unthinking muscle to the machinery.

The world is become spite without cause,
lust without attraction,
want without need,
toil without progress,
famine in the midst of plenty,
a grave for the living.