The Force Majeure
Boysetsfire
On shift from 9 to 5
And then from 6 to 3
Steals the soul, machine forever tuning
class rebellion
Under our 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 sympathise
Denied our movement, now lost, replaced by fear
We ask for nothing less and 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 is well confined
Your rebellion is well confined
Your rebellion is well confined
Your rebellion is well confined
Tired doctrines killing just as many
As he leaders they decry
Their backs all well patted
For a job well done
Without the use of their spines
Indoctrined so much without the shackles
Callused hands and drying hearts
Rise up and destroy the disease
That stole your soul
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