And the spectre keeps on haunting you somehow
If it's transcendence you seek, well then, that's not allowed
You think the new humans decreed a 40 hour work week?
If you can't bear it, then, don't let them make you feel weak
And so i sweat
And the spectre keeps on chasing you from behind
They keep on gnashing their teeth
You're running empty, boy--you better make up your mind
Before they eat you alive. before they eat you alive
And so i sweat
Took a walk down to the cemetery depths
When i turn off my mind it makes it easy to connect
I started breaking all the plates up in the restaurant
I can't sweat anymore, i can't sweat anymore
Another generation, another burning reason
Another generation, another crop to yield in
Another generation, another burning reason
Another generation, a bit more desperation
Another generation, another burning reason
Another generation, soil for blood this season