[Verse 1]
Ghosts of progress
Dressed in slow d**h
Are running rampant
In search of endless profit
[Chorus]
Draw the frontline
Bust the cage from the inside
Draw the frontline
Where will you stand when the worlds collide
[Verse 2]
Trapped in this vortex
Of profit over human lives
Stronghold on the backs of those scraping by
No peace of mind
In this invisible war distressing mankind
Subversive thought swallowed by ma** apathy
The working cla** forced to a life in misery
Bloodless - bowing down to those above
Lifeless - revolting voices choked off
[Chorus]
Draw the frontline
Bust the cage from the inside
Draw the frontline
Where will you stand when the worlds collide
[Verse 3]
People living in the streets
While countless buildings stay vacant
So many struggle to make ends meet
While others choke on too f**ing much
Alienation - displacement - social decline
When the f** will you realize that the crisis is capitalism itself
Stop the machine dead in its tracks
Can't you see that this system breeds war?