This was your world. The one that you made.
Your callousness your sick minds that pervert our lives.
Your econmic schemes and c**t of blood money that has stolen our future.
Any excuse to prop up power mongering states was suppoer by your world.
Feeding the population lies and glorifacations of nation pricde and mindless patriotism.
Indoctrination for a slow death in a sweatshop or a brutal one on the battlefield.
Either way our blood has for centures oiled the machinery of capitalism.
We have died for the caused of the rich believingmin our hearts that they were ours.
Given lower wages and more hours on the floor in times of war, all for the cause.
But it was our children dying in the trenches, it was out sweat that lines their pockets.
This was your world.
Your quite stoicism to our tears, you cold glances at out poverty, and your sickening grins at out demise.
Now, we reject this farce, we will no longer be actors on your stage, the stories you write will no longer portray.
We will reclaim the fields and factories, the means of production will be ours. No longer divisions, mutual aid and support not competition for capital. No longer economic slavery.
We will reclaim the schools and hospitals, our education and health will ne in our own hands, your lies will not pollute our minds and your profit will not be extracted out of our sickness. We will realize our potential and our lives.
We will reclaim our families and relationships, our love will come from our hearts and not your mores, our emotions, true emotions will rule. We will learn to love again.
No longer condemed to your will.
No longer puppets.
You will no longer control out fortune. You will not rule any longer.
This sick s*** will end and finally, finally we will be f****** alive.
Your callousness your sick minds that pervert our lives.
Your econmic schemes and c**t of blood money that has stolen our future.
Any excuse to prop up power mongering states was suppoer by your world.
Feeding the population lies and glorifacations of nation pricde and mindless patriotism.
Indoctrination for a slow death in a sweatshop or a brutal one on the battlefield.
Either way our blood has for centures oiled the machinery of capitalism.
We have died for the caused of the rich believingmin our hearts that they were ours.
Given lower wages and more hours on the floor in times of war, all for the cause.
But it was our children dying in the trenches, it was out sweat that lines their pockets.
This was your world.
Your quite stoicism to our tears, you cold glances at out poverty, and your sickening grins at out demise.
Now, we reject this farce, we will no longer be actors on your stage, the stories you write will no longer portray.
We will reclaim the fields and factories, the means of production will be ours. No longer divisions, mutual aid and support not competition for capital. No longer economic slavery.
We will reclaim the schools and hospitals, our education and health will ne in our own hands, your lies will not pollute our minds and your profit will not be extracted out of our sickness. We will realize our potential and our lives.
We will reclaim our families and relationships, our love will come from our hearts and not your mores, our emotions, true emotions will rule. We will learn to love again.
No longer condemed to your will.
No longer puppets.
You will no longer control out fortune. You will not rule any longer.
This sick s*** will end and finally, finally we will be f****** alive.