How could this become reality,
When we're swimming in poverty?
How could we become this foolish,
To believe everything they say?
Our skin and bones have turned
To nothing but their machinery
Our godly lords see us
Like nothing but their sheep
They screw us, tear us, break us
But then they say that we're special
To them
They say that they only do good for us
When we don't even have a bread
To chew
Go ahead, screw yourselves
I'm not believeing all your lies
Go ahead, make amends
Or you'll never reach the sky
