Turn your back and take a look
at what the world is really like.
What is there for you and I? (Nothing short of
Burn the candle at both ends,
the options growing few.
Something's wrong, don't pretend (you must now
Mounting pressure, social breakdown
a dying planet, revolution, mass uprising,
we're begging for it.
Live for us,
or live for them
the worker is the key.
shut outside, with no defense (from factory to burning fields).
Sweat and blood, for
days and years
hours wasted still, more to life than wealth and war?
(what is left for them to kill?)
The force of life, is
dead of thirst
golden years have turned to rust, our spirits crushed,
our bodies bleed, our throats are cut.
And dreams of
better times have turned to dust.
For the last time, can you f**k off an die?
You made this world, and killed it.
that your cash has made you blind,
you don't give a f**k about us. My patience is too thin to try.
Your kind was made to suffer, by
the powers we hold in time.
Your life will soon be over.
Our lives determined by the system's needs,
lost inside its cold
f****d for life, cause the base is paved.
We whore ourselves out for a daily wage.
Laughing at the children by
their greed can turn such innocence to meat.
So contract signed, and with no mind to feed,
the masses slave it while
the masters feast.
The sources of their lies, are hidden in the past
The essence of the truth, lies dead in the
Find another way, before the cause is lost
Pull yourself up, and we'll fight together.
With us or not, there are
Try and think fast, or you won't be breathing.
From this point, the only way is up
Time is running out, the door
is slamming shut.
The burden of a cost, may be too much
It takes a lot of lives, just to break the cycle.
It takes a lot of
hate, and takes a lot of luck
the sooner it's all done, we can finally say we're free
Burning, our consciousness. The fire is
The challenge is waiting...