Under Attack
You sit in moral judgement of who and what I am
You dictate the standing in my life that controls are in your hand
Under attack
You want to break the welfare chain this cross upon your back
Any sense of obligation is exactly what you lack
Under attack
Another statistic off your list, another number down in file
More faceless factory fodder
For the work force you compile
Under attack
Baton down the hatches and tighten up the screw
Reduction of the benefit with no effect on you