on shift from 9 to 5 then from 6 to 3 steals the soul machine forever tuning
  class rebellion under 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 sympathize
  denied movement now lost replaced by fear
  we ask nothing less then 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 will be confined tired doctrines killing just as many as he leaders they decry
  their backs all well patted
  for a job well done without the shackles
  callused hands and drying hearts rise up and destroy the disease that stole your soul