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
too many lifetimes wasting
another time, in another place
Our labor's lost
for better life than this rat race
and when was the first time
how many words did it take
it stuck your heart with fear
was it worth it to salute the culture
to oil their weapons
that takes the life out of us
rise or rust
our labor's lost
Release us now
lift up our souls in union
before we forget what we are Inside us there's a nation
hidebound and unaware
of the soul to kill despair
A people's insurrection
release us now from the distance
A promise that takes our power
A people together in this
the burning hour.
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