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The Force Majeure

on shift from 9 to 5 then from 6 to 3 steals the soul

machine forever turning

class rebellion under noses the boss is eeding on the living corpses

their broken backs call for us to rise

but for now we'll all just smile and sympathize

denied movement now lost replaced by fear

we ask nothing less then settle for nothing more

behold the capitalists bathing in the blood of the working class

martyrs bleed until spoken to

vultures get fat from the harness coup

revolution amother empty promise of the lefist elite

frustration another soul is crushed under the rulers feet

and as the boot is forced into their teeth our safety is their defeat

your station has been assigned your rebellion will be confined

tired doctrines killing just as many as the leaders the that decry

their backs all well patted

for a job well done without the use of their spines

indentured servants without the shackles

calloused hands and drying hearts

rise up and destroy the disease that stole your soul

The Force Majeure /

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