Proletarian Chains Lyrics

The gatekeepers squeeze
Until all breathing cease
Until the egg cracks whole
And the yolk drips
Others of the ilk clan
No longer worthless
Never has my body
Been with greater purpose

Storm the gates
Trample the guards
A flood of rushing human bodies
Draw the second blood
In the face of revolution
The king becomes weak
The vagrant becomes martyr
Actors in a tragedy

Scheming from your sovereign throne
The mob lacerates your throat

Privileged blood now falls to the ground

Few stories are written
That arrive at the truth
Perception informed by deception
Voices go mute

Make a border
With bodies built of armor
Your weapons have no affect
Your programming I reject

Privileged blood now falls to the ground