Everything I thought I knew I come to find
Is a lie is a lie is a lie
Fighting for crumbs off the masters table
For the rest of our lives, 'til you die, it's a crime
And it gets pa**ed down to your youngins
Who like you will fight to survive
Don't that tell you what we're doing here
We're here to fight, and not just to survive
If you can see yourself on every once of wealth
The sweat that binds you with everyone else
Every crumb we get from the masters should remind us we prepared his meal
They want us squabbling over table scraps, so they may rule another thousand years