What has it come to
Where are we now
Can we recuperate somehow
Where is the freedom
What have we got
Gone is our liberty, for what
The walking machine is singing
The financeelite is in control
Poverty is what they're bringing
Flying high as hell unfolds
Bailouts flourish
Banks saved by you
On wall street there is nothing new
Rich getting richer
Their wages soar
as they sacrifice the poor for more
The walking machine is singing
The mighty few is in control
Cosmic funeralbells are ringing
as the corporatocracy eats your souls
Die. Just die
On wich agenda
are we alive
Who decides who will survive
When is the showdown
if it ever comes.
The fight of presidents and bums.
The walking machine's still singing.
The time has come to sieze control.
To which values are you clinging.
To whom do you owe your soul?
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