Through the arrogance they say you can't kill our idea
Those same words were ushered in to keep the workers in fear
Crushed again, and the spirit remains
Any chance of movement is face down in the drain.
Nothing gives, it all stays the same
Power stays with power, the face in the frame
Money stays with money, there's none left to claim
Some beg for revolution, while some pray on their knees
"Bring an end to the disparity, won't you fucking please?!"
Well God's not coming, and neither is change
Just another fucked up life that can't be exchanged