Atlas Losing Grip - Farewellfare lyrics

Lack of hope under a burning sun. You have the Heart of a lion, but can't get through this one. Forever Is a long time to wait for a change. Locked up money Making minds will never rearrange. F*ck their wornout Welfare lies! You clean the roaches from the beds In their tourist paradise. You clean the roaches from Their beds but what k**s the roaches in their heads? Exploitation for generations. No moderation, no liberation A junkyard for social standards to benefit from Where every household tries to feed their kids - slaving For the white and rich. Exploitation for generations. No Moderation, no liberation. Exploitation for generations Another nation