In the old world technologic gave birth to a way effective to make poor
Industrial revolution as a signal of progress brought a tide of poverty
The invention wasn't bad but the sick mind of its proprietors
Whose insidious mentality is as cold as machinery
To some frustrating, humiliating, the reason that had turned
The human strength into a simple product a machine, a battery, food
I disagree that you are planting the seeds to make a better place to live
Your hungry gluttony you only see through green it seems you suffer from daltonism
At every breath I take you try to squeeze me out all my strength and my time
Your mere purpose is to get enough pounds, with them can clean your ass
So you abuse me, you despise me, you exploit the skills I have
In your bold-faced project you submit me, and include me as merchandise
Exploiter, exploiter your tentacles absorb
Exploiter, you squander the well-being of the crowd
Collective production, individual gain
Exploiter you spread out your web to catch us into
One class, its work, balance the wealth of idle ones
Collective production, individual gain
Every passing day, it is a step towards my grave; I feel the tension pushing through my neck
You want my hands were four and I'm working like a dog for the crumbs you throw me away
This the burden that I have to bear for the rest of my life
For been born under the beaten heritage of an honest working class
My work supports you it does keep you sitting high on your throne
While you constrain me and deny me the enjoyment I deserve
Now here below, is our real world, where sweat is something that's produced
No clubs suit and tie popularity and the pride, ostentation well-off class makes bright
Bourgeois take away the food from our mouth and just throw us the bones
Sad wages we are given for increasing up your wealth
Sick supremacy you are inflicting am I inferior?
What a crying shame but without me you'd be penniless and the same worm
Exploiter, exploiter your tentacles absorb
Exploiter, you squander the well-being of the crowd
Collective production individual gain
Exploiter you spread out your web to catch us into
One class, its work balance the wealth of idle ones
Collective production individual gain
You are mine, confined, into my clutches you are
In rags, starving I overtax you
Your efforts, my profits, I need more wage-earners
So my economy I'll keep while I impoverish you all
Do I have to resign while this system bites its column the people that support it
Once we were free men but commerce pushed us to work for less
A wage-earner a hostage of your greed
System brought up by delirious men desirous of supremacy
Brought up to discriminate human values
Where's my salary and so your dignity you're nothing more than a malady
Proletarians' needs are claiming you to heed or we'll put an end to your ecstasy
Exploiter, exploiter your tentacles absorb
Exploiter, you squander the well-being of the crowd
Collective production individual gain
Exploiter you spread out your web to catch us into
One class, their work balance the wealth of idle ones
Collective production individual gain
Spendthrift welfare sucker, robs lives in spades