Feed the machine   That eats up our lives   Churning out product,   End result of time processed   Then sold back to us,   And renamed convenience      Left with the notion   Of life as commodity   Hours converted to dollars   For the benefit of private interest   Coerced to reduce our options   There is no freedom within this economy      Working to buy our time saving devices   Have we sacrificed more in the name of convenience than we stand to gain?      Eaten alive   Our blood greases the axles of an engine that's out of control   This defies our nature   We will take back what our masters stole      They want you to live to work,   Work until you die   Marry and reproduce,   More resource for them to exploit      Forget what they'd have you believe   Our lives are not their playthings   We won't be bought and sold.