Work us like slaves, from our birth till grave.
Bet on our gains, even prophet when we're...
We are the dead peasants, who cry for repentance,
we just accept this, but we'll never forget this,
that you left us helpless, to steal all our riches,
to make us worthless, to rule with iron fists.
To rule with iron fists.
Lost in dismay, inside we decay.
internally, we're now rotting.
Pushed to deadly extent, to test the human limit,
Even if it fucking kills us, they can profit off our corpses.
All our lives are proven worthless, as they take more than riches,
we can feel their intentions, to rule us with iron fists.
We are left, with their mistakes and their debt,
to work it off, even after our death, like minions,
we blindly follow what they say.
and don't question why we slave day by day.
We need to rise, revolt and start to strike.
before we lose, all control in our lives.
We can rule, this twisted world if we choose.
or die as drones, who are rules by the few.
We are the dead peasants, who cry for repentance,
we just accept this, but we'll never forget this,
that you left us helpless, to steal all our riches,
to make us worthless, to rule with iron fists.
Rule us with iron fists.
Use us as you see fit, in this world.
