Boysetsfire

The Force Majeure
On shift from 9 to 5 And then from 6 to 3 Steals the soul, machine forever tuning class rebellion Under our 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 sympathise Denied our movement, now lost, replaced by fear We ask for nothing less and 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 is well confined Your rebellion is well confined Letras de cancionesYour rebellion is well confined Your rebellion is well confined Tired doctrines killing just as many As he leaders they decry Their backs all well patted For a job well done Without the use of their spines Indoctrined so much without the shackles Callused hands and drying hearts Rise up and destroy the disease That stole your soul From Letras Mania