This fucking system rotten to the core, won't give a fuck but eats up more
Get a promotion or get a raise, it's about the cash and you know it yeah

Garment of lies upon our faces, smothering us and hiding the traces
Showing us promises of joyful life, stillborn children behind the cloth

Year after year you let it slide, even though you know what they do with your life
Oppressing us they feed on our blood, but now it's time to make it their own FUCK


*Tear it apart*


On this mountain you stand tall, glaring at the sun above
A voice tells you: "By midnight it all must be torn apart."