I see it in their faces, below the veil of peace
The twisted mask of slavery, all free will deceased
Their words they tell me nothing
smoke screen conceals the lies
Carbon copied acquiescence, faceless suit and tie
Crawl back in your holes, when the work day's through
One cog in the machine, the machine runs you
The soul it burns for fuel
Mass exploitation and riches for the few
Christ of modern culture, work away the sin
sleep away the anger, work day soon begins
Crawl back in your holes, when the work day's through
One cog in the machine, the machine runs you