Little man is rank mankind Common people's worthless lives Little man, you're useless to me I hate you, you have no value Here to serve the likes of me Businesses built on your backs and your toil Fills the pockets of those with hands too good to touch the soil Rank Mankind x 4 Stuck in this game of their creation They made the rules and declared themselves the winners We bought and sold your dreams since before you took your first breath We've owned you since your birth, and we'll own you 'til your death Our power is immutable, we are the modern kings And we'll always have a piece of you you're all just our playthings We are the secret masters and you are our slaves