This union that made us powerless
Are talking over our heads
Claiming prosperity
In a downward spiral plan
Stuck by the deadly rhythm
Of the production line
Stuck by the deadly rhythm
Of the production line
This power that made us unionless
Are taking out of our hands
Cheapest labor at our expensive cost
Auctioned our lives away
Stuck by the deadly rhythm
Of the production line
Stuck by the deadly rhythm
Of the production line
We consume our lives like we are thankful
For what we are being forced into
Is it our duty to die
For governments and for Gods?
Is it our privilege to slave
For market and industry?
Is it our right to follow laws
Set to scare and to oppress?
Is it our gift to stay in line
And will it take away the blame?
We can no longer pay the price
We'll get organized
We will no longer believe
Working for you will set us free
We can no longer pay the price
We'll get organized
We will no longer believe
Working for you will set us free
