Boysetsfire - The Force Majeure lyrics

On shift from 9 to 5 And then from 6 to 3 Steals the soul; machine forever turning Cla** rebellion Under our noses The boss is feeding on living corpses Their broken backs Call for us to rise But for now we'll all just smile and sympathize Denied our movement Now lost, replaced by fear We ask nothing less then settle for nothing more Behold the capitalist Bathing in the blood Of the working cla** Martyrs bleed Until spoken to Vultures get fat from the harness coup Revolution Another empty promise Of the leftist elite Frustration Another soul is crushed Under the rulers' feet And as the boot is forced Into their teeth Our safety Is their defeat Your station has been a**igned Your rebellion will be confined Your rebellion will be confined Your rebellion will be confined Your rebellion will be confined Tired doctrines k**ing just as many As the leaders that they decry Their backs All well patted For a job well done Without the use of their spines Indentured servants Without the shackles Calloused hands and drying hearts Rise up and destroy The disease That stole your soul