The Deadly Rhythm

This union that made us powerless is talking over our heads

Claiming prosperity in a downward spiral plan

Stuck by the deadly rhythm of the production line

Stuck by the deadly rhythm of the production line

This power that made us unionless is taking out of our hands

Cheapest labor at expensive cost, auctioned our lives away

Stuck by the deadly rhythm of the production line

Stuck by the deadly rhythm of the production line

We consume our lives like we are thankful

For what we are being forced into

Is it our duty to die for governments and for gods?

Is it our privilege to slave for market and for industry?

Is it our right to follow laws, set to scare and to oppress?

Is it a gift to stay in line and will it take away the blame?

Can no longer pay the price

We'll get organized!

We'll no longer believe working for you will set us free!

Can no longer pay the price

We'll get organized!

We'll no longer believe working for you will set us free!