ghosts of progress dressed in slow death are running rampant in search of endless profit
draw the frontline bust the cage from the inside draw the frontline where will you stand when the worlds collide
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 mass apathy the working class forced to a life in misery bloodless - bowing down to those above lifeless - revolting voices choked off
draw the frontline bust the cage from the inside draw the frontline where will you stand when the worlds colide
people living in the streets while countless buildings stay vacant so many struggle to make ends meet while others choke on too fucking much alienation - displacement - social decline when the fuck will you realize that the crisis is capitalism itself stop the machine dead in its tracks