Leeches

Glow Sell your soul to a god in corporate clothes Toll on your bones for capital growth Trade a life for a home all paid in loan So the leeches keep a place on the throne I won't subject to Exploitation Lay down your wrenches The machine won't stop If we keep feeding it coal Glow How dare you call it freedom When you're bound by chains of gold Your labor fuels their engines While your fire's bought and sold Clocks counting down your lifetime While their pockets overflow They profit from your downfall While you're growing weak and old Bow to a lord that counts his gains Oil-soaked hands and blood-ridden stains Break your spine to build their tower Hierarchy won't equal power I won't subject to Exploitation Lay down your wrenches The machine won't stop If we keep feeding it coal Burn No more chains No shackles on our feet Expropriation No more chains No shackles on our feet Expropriation is imminent