Do mourn, the glory days are gone nLike roaches scattering under a beaming light nRun out of history's backstage nAs your flags burn over spoiled Eden nLooted for you to waste nnKings of the hill, inflated frogs, staged heroes, die! nAltogether World bowed in disrespect nClenching teeth, towering hate nWorld won't ever know peace again! nnIn none we trust nSowed salt within our soils nFed us what even rats spit up nPerpetuating the times nWhen wealth spoke the speech nWhen wealth swung the whip nOn sweat sown your power nNow harvest billions of enemies! nnOppression is deserved for who complies to fit within nIt is fantasy freedom; tied to galleys we row nDocile on our way down the food chain nLivestock salivating at pellets in a trough nnA fate to which we almost fell nRolling meat screwed within the Machine nSilkworms soon to be boiled, all others denied awakening nLike cattle we were bred, raised and processed nBaited in with hopes for none to achieve nBy scarecrows guarded under a gray sky nNo wonder we were all afraid to open the cage, never...n