Burdened By The Hand

Just like a fucking frankenstein we created a bloody demon
Assembling cadavers for the system
Insane speculations, we lost control
We lost it all

We are the blood of the nations
We are the wheels of the system
We’re a ruined today and smile at a fucked up tomorrow

Are we just gonna stay here paralyzed
Let the immaterial overtake our fucking world?
I’d rather bleed young on the barricade
Than die bloody old full of remorse
It’s time for us to lead the parade
What the fuck are we waiting for?

Can you feel the market’ invisible hand?
Adam smith is haunting us all
Pushing your head under the surface, making you drown
Unhappy men, do you share my madness?
Wake the fuck up