In these days our crimes are paid by our wasted sweat on the kiling maze with freedom stains upon your hands what do you do for a living ? and how does it feel to watch the bosses rise while people fall patriots to comfort delusional another time, in another place for better life than this rat race Our labor's lost too many lifetimes wasting how many words did it take and when was the first time it stuck your heart with fear was it worth it to salute the culture that takes the life out of us to oil their weapons rise or rust our labor's lost
Release us now before we forget what we are lift up our souls in union
Inside us there's a nation hidebound and unaware A people's insurrection of the soul to kill despair release us now from the distance A promise that takes our power A people together in this the burning hour