The Force Majeure Lyrics

The Force Majeure

On shift from 9 to 5
then from 6 to 3
steals the soul machine forever
tuning

class rebellion
under our noses
the boss is feeding on the
living corpses

their broken backs
call for us to rise
but for now
we'll all just smile and sympathize

denied movement
now lost replaced
by fear
we ask nothing less then settle for nothing more

behold the
capitalists
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 is well
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 spies

attention
servants
put down the shackles
callused hands and drying
hearts

rise up and destroy
the disease that stole your soul