on shift from 9 to 5 then from 6 to 3 steals the soul
machine forever turning
class rebellion under noses the boss is eeding on the living corpses

their broken backs call for us to rise
but for now we'll all just smile and sympathize
denied movement now lost replaced by fear
we ask nothing less then settle for nothing more
behold the capitalists bathing in the blood of the working class
martyrs bleed until spoken to
vultures get fat from the harness coup
revolution amother empty promise of the lefist elite
frustration another soul is crushed under the rulers feet
and as the boot is forced into their teeth our safety is their defeat
your station has been assigned your rebellion will be confined
tired doctrines killing just as many as the leaders the that decry
their backs all well patted
for a job well done without the use of their spines
indentured servants without the shackles
calloused hands and drying hearts
rise up and destroy the disease that stole your soul