Track 9 off my upcoming album The Void. This track is about the destruction of our planet, and ourselves, forced upon us by old men with god complexes. Eat the rich!
Lyrics
Nine to five
Slaves for bombs
Cogs in a machine
We can not stop
Our survival is dependent
On our labor
Keeps blood on our hands
Keeps blood on our hands
Keeps blood on our hands
The time has come
No longer shall we serve
These geriatrics
Playing as god
Well we burn away
We Just burn away
Cries of mothers
Screams of fathers
Deaths of sons
No more we say
No more we say
No more we say
Nine to five
Slaves for bombs
Cogs in a machine
We can not stop
These geriatrics
Playing as gods
Well we burn away
Our survival
Is dependent
On our labor
Keeps blood on our
Blood on our hands
Blood on our hands
Blood on our hands
Blood on our handsmore