Stripped of our pensions. Stripped of our pay
Fight to survive. To see another day
Abandoned by the corporate swine
Sold out for a bottom line
In cities of decay are forgotten scraps of industry
The result of an economy that's given in to entropy
Production has ceased
It's come to a halt
Praising the ones who plunder while damning the ones left behind
We don't exist only to produce profits for the few
A one world system with a one track mind
Intentions they don't have to hide
Exploitation is the name of the game
Lords of production, they never gave a damn
Beholden to no one
Trampling the working cla**. Beware our bite
We are the beasts of labor
We built your empires, we can tear them down
We have the strength to tip the scales, to change the tides
Regain control. Explore alternatives
We won't fear biting the hand that feeds
We won't fear biting the first that beats
We are the beasts of labor