We've dreams that can never be monetized
Enslaved by a modern world we seek to join
A machine must continue, driving and moving
Society cannot function without labors or taxes
But if we've a right to do, we've a right to not
Gears grinding upon the steel, in our courage
The machine ever works, greased by our blood
The sooner we give up, stray from its power
We can be free, find hope, even if difficult
Now is the hour of your deliverance
Let no one own your labors
Let no one own your flesh
