Paying to live,
Working to die
The only end
These drugs supply
Some days i wish
I was wrong
But I was right
All along
The working man's
Calloused hands
Relentless weight
Unbearable
F*ck the mule,
Load the wagon.
Bodies decay,
In suffering.
A slave to the grind
Resource machines
Silver spoons raise high
1 percent remains
Bodies stacked for praise
High to the sky
We're all replaced
A human disgrace