Day in, day out
Working like a slave
Punching the clock
Shit-eating grin on his face

There will be a day
He said to himself
That the tide will turn
And I'll be the one

Serving the coldest plates
Hatred builds up inside
Fills his heart with rage
Set controls to annihilate

Time for revenge has arrived
Little did I know
He pondered as he raised his hand
That it would begin like this

But as his fist went down
Again and again
He knew for sure
How it was going to end