Working, these bodies unconscious,
All slaving for a lifetime with nothing to show.
Hours injected, with years invested,
For these martyrs with a dying wage-death wage.
Alive-yet lifeless. Tired of breathing,
Tired of living, tired of slaving,
Alive- yet lifeless! Tired of breathing,
Tired of living, tired of slaving,
Born-dead new world slaves.
Dying for notions of progress,
A manufactured caste of actors displayed demands rejected,
The bosses connected, in this inbred power play- death play.