Everyone was happily making money
We found comfort in peace
In leisure we laughed, in our leaders we hoped
We barely remembered the faint ghosts
Of when bread and circus made us junkies
Our path to peace was to let others bleed
Because there is always fire when you see smoke
The undertow of the current can't be seen
But the power it possesses is vast
We wondered aloud what could go wrong
We were fools of course, in retrospect
We've dug our grave and surrendered to the machine
Some hold out, but their act of defiance cannot last
There is no hope, now that our independence is gone
Our masters are made of steel not flesh
By our own hands we've become slaves
Our love of leisure begged our curse
Whether we live as servants or die
Our screams will never be heard
