In These Days Our Crimes Are Paid

By Our Wasted Sweat On The Kiling Maze

With Freedom Stains Upon Your Hands

What Do You Do For A Living ?

And How Does It Feel

To Watch The Bosses Rise

While People Fall

Patriots To Comfort Delusional

Another Time, In Another Place

For Better Life Than This Rat Race

Our Labor's Lost

Too Many Lifetimes Wasting

How Many Words Did It Take

And When Was The First Time

It Stuck Your Heart With Fear

Was It Worth It To Salute The Culture

That Takes The Life Out Of Us

To Oil Their Weapons

Rise Or Rust

Our Labor's Lost



Release Us Now

Before We Forget What We Are

Lift Up Our Souls In Union



Inside Us There's A Nation

Hidebound And Unaware

A People's Insurrection

Of The Soul To Kill Despair

Release Us Now From The Distance

A Promise That Takes Our Power

A People Together In This

The Burning Hour