"And I long to see the day, when labor will have the destinies of the nation in her own hands
And she will stand a united force, and show the world
What the workers can do"
All that you liked was covered in black corrupted and dead
Tired and designed as plasticine
They'll keep the usual routine of playing people, people's minds
So what they want us to do? I would never fall apart would rather be burned out
A solution is missing, still wave up the torch and set the uprising
I am too weak I'm beaten down, trampled underfoot
Tighten up and settle down, or live from hand to mouth