On shift from 9 to 5, then from 6 to 3   Steals the soul machine forever tuning   Class rebellion under noses the boss   Is feeding 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 another empty promise, of the leftist 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 he leaders they decry      Their backs all well patted   For a job well done without the shackles   Callused hands and drying hearts   Rise up and destroy the disease that stole your soul