The Force Majeure
On shift from 9 to 5
And then from 6 to 3
Steals the soul; machine forever turning
Class rebellion
Under our noses
The boss is feeding on living corpses
Their broken backs
Call for us to rise
But for now we'll all just smile and sympathize
Denied our movement
Now lost, replaced by fear
We ask nothing less then settle for nothing more
Behold the capitalist
Bathing in the blood
Of the working class
Martyrs bleed
Until spoken to
Vultures get fat from the harness coup
Revolution
Another empty promise
Of the leftist elite
Frustration
Another soul is crushed
Under the rulers' feet
And as the boot is forced
Into their teeth
Our safety
Is their defeat
Your station has been assigned
Your rebellion will be confined
Your rebellion will be confined
Your rebellion will be confined
Your rebellion will be confined
Tired doctrines
Killing just as many
As the leaders that they decry
Their backs
All well patted
For a job well done
Without the use of their spines
Indentured servants
Without the shackles
Calloused hands and drying hearts
Rise up and destroy
The disease
That stole your soul
And then from 6 to 3
Steals the soul; machine forever turning
Class rebellion
Under our noses
The boss is feeding on living corpses
Their broken backs
Call for us to rise
But for now we'll all just smile and sympathize
Denied our movement
Now lost, replaced by fear
We ask nothing less then settle for nothing more
Behold the capitalist
Bathing in the blood
Of the working class
Martyrs bleed
Until spoken to
Vultures get fat from the harness coup
Revolution
Another empty promise
Of the leftist elite
Frustration
Another soul is crushed
Under the rulers' feet
And as the boot is forced
Into their teeth
Our safety
Is their defeat
Your station has been assigned
Your rebellion will be confined
Your rebellion will be confined
Your rebellion will be confined
Your rebellion will be confined
Tired doctrines
Killing just as many
As the leaders that they decry
Their backs
All well patted
For a job well done
Without the use of their spines
Indentured servants
Without the shackles
Calloused hands and drying hearts
Rise up and destroy
The disease
That stole your soul
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Krupanski, Nathan Gray, Joshua Latshaw, Charles W. Istvan, Robert W. Avery
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Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- While a Nation Sleeps (Deluxe Edition 2019) [Remastered]
- 20th Anniversary Live in Berlin (Complete Deluxe Edition)
- Acoustic Bonus: 20th Anniversary Live in Berlin
- The Misery Index: 20th Anniversary Live in Berlin
- Tomorrow Come Today: 20th Anniversary Live in Berlin
- After the Eulogy: 20th Anniversary Live in Berlin
- Fall from Grace
- Boysetsfire - Audio Commentary
- Boysetsfire (Track by Track)
- Savage Blood
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