The Eaters and the Eaten

Ancient ways ensnared in the monetary grip

Sons and daughters slaved by the wage and the whip

Our way of life crushed, as our lives drown in work

Is this what we're to think, that a human life is worth?

Burned out fields and broken, black factories

Echoing the names of the dead who came before me

Who yearns to breathe this acrid, acid air?

Who among us bleeds for a better life beyond despair?

Eaters and eaten

Deathwork, so nauseating

Master and servant

Deathwork, immisertating

The eaters and the eaten

Eaten alive

Hours spent in the shadow of the mill

Days turn to weeks as our lifeblood spills

Burned out fields and broken, black factories

Echoing the names of the dead who came before me

Eaters and eaten

Deathwork, so nauseating

Master and servant

Deathwork, immisertating

From the rare earth mine

To the long shoreline

Survival is a burden

That we can not relent

The eaters and the eaten

Eaten alive

Hours spent in the shadow of the mill

Days turn to weeks as our lifeblood spills

Falling through the cracks

We bring down the anvil of dissent

From ash-caked eyes

Thousand-mile stares

Gaze upon a world where this system is extinct and nevermore