2 acessos
Yeah
How much can we take
To labor and to break
Our backs against the system's walls
I say smash it fucking down
In control of our fate
We produce and we create
The guns from which we sell our souls
I say smash it fucking all
How ironic is the plan of our lives
Working doubles to survive, to get by
A passionless job in a meaningless lie
I despise being trite to get by
What do you offer?
What can you create?
What do you contribute?
What profit is made?
How much can we take
To labor and to break
Our backs against the system's walls
I say smash it fucking down
In control of our fate
We produce and recreate
The cost for which we sell our souls
I say smash it fucking all
I say smash it fucking down
Smash it fucking down
How much can we take
To labor and to break
Our backs against the system's walls
I say smash it fucking down
In control of our fate
We produce and we create
The guns from which we sell our souls
I say smash it fucking all