The labors of toil and our hand
We pay the world for the right to live
The ones we ask
To help us in this task
Betray us
And they are beyond forgiveness
Every drop of sweat
Walking in this wasteland
We refuse to bow
And we are broken
Over time we have come to abide
But this life is justice denied
And we are not beings
We are drones
Having no hope
But withstand the grieving
