The Deadly Rythm

This union that made us powerless is talking over our heads

Claiming prosperity in a downward spiral plan

Stuck by the deadly rythm of the production line

Stuck by the deadly rythm of the production line

This power that made us unionless is taking out of our hands

Cheapest labour at our expensive cost, auctioned our lives away

Stuck by the deadly rythm of the production line

Stuck by the deadly rythm of the production line

We consume our lives like we are thankful for what we are being forced into

Is it our duty to die for governments and for gods

Is it our privilege to slave for market and industry

Is it our right to follow laws set to scare and to oppress

Is it our gift to stay in line and will it take away the blame

We can no longer pay the price

We'll get organised

We will no longer believe that working for you will set us free