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