Ghosts of progress Dressed in slow death Are running rampant In search of endless profit Draw the frontline Bust the cage from the inside Draw the frontline Where will you stand when the worlds collide Trapped in this vortex Of profit over human lives Stronghold on the backs of those scraping by No peace of mind In this invisible war distressing mankind Subversive thought swallowed by mass apathy The working class forced to a life in misery Bloodless - bowing down to those above Lifeless - revolting voices choked off Draw the frontline Bust the cage from the inside Draw the frontline Where will you stand when the worlds colide People living in the streets While countless buildings stay vacant So many struggle to make ends meet While others choke on too fucking much Alienation - displacement - social decline When the fuck will you realize that the crisis is capitalism itself Stop the machine dead in its tracks Can't you see that this system breeds war?