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