In these days our crimes are paid   by our wasted sweat on the kiling maze   with freedom stains upon your hands   what do you do for a living ?   and how does it feel   to watch the bosses rise   while people fall   patriots to comfort delusional    another time, in another place   for better life than this rat race   Our labor's lost   too many lifetimes wasting   how many words did it take   and when was the first time    it stuck your heart with fear   was it worth it to salute the culture   that takes the life out of us   to oil their weapons   rise or rust   our labor's lost         Release us now   before we forget what we are   lift up our souls in union         Inside us there's a nation   hidebound and unaware   A people's insurrection   of the soul to kill despair   release us now from the distance   A promise that takes our power   A people together in this    the burning hour