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