Bowing the head to haunts of speed, power to the operative freed Be spiteful to the men who own Views of the stagnant vague unknown Drown the ideals of the dead Who put those anchors in our heads The heavens spit on us and damn, they should enjoy it while they can! Material X 2 From politburos, kominterns, we'll take divine and overturn. To regulate and celebrate And beat the gods to desecrate Surplus value has no case, workers own the means in place. Occupy what you don't own Tear all the things that you disown Material X 4