In the old world technologic gave birth to a way effective to make poor Industrial revolution as a signal of progress brought a tide of poverty The invention wasn't bad but the sick mind of its proprietors Whose insidious mentality is as cold as machinery To some frustrating, humiliating, the reason that had turned The human strength into a simple product a machine, a battery, food
I disagree that you are planting the seeds to make a better place to live Your hungry gluttony you only see through green it seems you suffer from daltonism At every breath I take you try to squeeze me out all my strength and my time Your mere purpose is to get enough pounds, with them can clean your ass So you abuse me, you despise me, you exploit the skills I have In your bold-faced project you submit me, and include me as merchandise
Exploiter, exploiter your tentacles absorb Exploiter, you squander the well-being of the crowd COLLECTIVE PRODUCTION INDIVIDUAL GAIN Exploiter you spread out your web to catch us into One class, its work, balance the wealth of idle ones COLLECTIVE PRODUCTION INDIVIDUAL GAIN
Every passing day, it is a step towards my grave; I feel the tension pushing through my neck You want my hands were four and I'm working like a dog for the crumbs you throw me away This the burden that I have to bear for the rest of my life For been born under the beaten heritage of an honest working class My work supports you it does keep you sitting high on your throne While you constrain me and deny me the enjoyment I deserve
Now here below, is our real world, where sweat is something that's produced No clubs suit and tie popularity and the pride, ostentation well-off class makes bright Bourgeois take away the food from our mouth and just throw us the bones Sad wages we are given for increasing up your wealth Sick supremacy you are inflicting am I inferior? What a crying shame but without me you'd be penniless and the same worm
Exploiter, exploiter your tentacles absorb Exploiter, you squander the well-being of the crowd COLLECTIVE PRODUCTION INDIVIDUAL GAIN Exploiter you spread out your web to catch us into ONE CLASS, ITS WORK balance the wealth of idle ones COLLECTIVE PRODUCTION INDIVIDUAL GAIN
YOU ARE MINE, CONFINED, into my clutches you are In rags, starving I overtax you Your efforts, my profits, I need more wage-earners So my economy I'll keep while I impoverish you all
Do I have to resign while this system bites its column the people that support it Once we were free men but commerce pushed us to work for less A wage-earner a hostage of your greed System brought up by delirious men desirous of supremacy Brought up to discriminate human values Where's my salary and so your dignity you're nothing more than a malady Proletarians' needs are claiming you to heed or we'll put an end to your ecstasy
Exploiter, exploiter your tentacles absorb Exploiter, you squander the well-being of the crowd COLLECTIVE PRODUCTION INDIVIDUAL GAIN Exploiter you spread out your web to catch us into One class, THEIR WORK balance the wealth of idle ones COLLECTIVE PRODUCTION INDIVIDUAL GAIN SPENDTHRIFT WELFARE SUCKER, ROBS LIVES IN SPADESTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
