Endless is our labor

Endless labor
The parts break
The machine is soiled
From our unworthy sweat
Endless toil
Our joints ache
We are the broken
Our bodies feel the pain
Working to build
Living alone destroys
We are industry
We are factory
We are the oil
Of the gears
Of the machine
Of industry
Through the years
Lives spent hunched over
So that we are worthy
Arbeit macht frei
Is a lie
We are trapped
We can never be
More than members
Of an industrious hive
We are the ones
Who will never see the light
For we endure
In the tunnels of wealth
Laboring for another
We never win
In the dark dungeons
Of our man made hell