Sweat, dirt, stinging tears and exhaustion
Working for others, for a pittance of gold
Nothing is worth the cost of your existence
Only pain and grieving, but you don't care
The growling pain of starvation is awesome
If you have nothing to help stop the cold
Disease and suffering drain your resistance
The society demands to tax your share
Worker bee keep laboring, will you ever see
With nothing waiting for your life's efforts
If only misery and death, you still believe
And to be clear, that's what's good
To not be ground down by the grind
To be free in an active mind
Find the freedom inside of you
Let your spirit renew
