Yesterday was the day
When self respect hit rock bottom
Drawing crosses, filling boxes
Keeping the tails of crooked foxes
Working your sols and palms to raw
For advancing just a corporate whore
Oh happy days, with happy slaves
No one dares to put a cry on their face
Peasants crusher
Names turned to numbers
Castaway in civilization
Into the galley of exploitation
Organized deception
Serving a stabler messiah
A slave creator, a minute god
A right hand that feeds from defeats
A jackal that celebrates from your grief
Beating to windward upstream
Into the desperation's regime
To the land of the chosen ones
Ruled by enslaver's sons
An eviction and a ban
From a free life to a soulless man
As a lowlife, part of a plan
To give more than a mortal man ever can
No precise mission
Expectations are one messed up confusion
Words of approval followed by a hope removal
All is based on catch 22 abusal
Scrape your pieces together and
Struggle through lifelong desperation
Serving a stabler messiah
A slave creator, a minute god
A right hand that feeds from defeats
A jackal that celebrates from your grief
Beating to windward upstream
Into the desperation's regime
To the land of the chosen ones
Ruled by enslaver's sons