Bowing the head to haunts of speed, power to the operative freed

Be spiteful to the men who own

Views of the stagnant vague unknown

Drown the ideals of the dead

Who put those anchors in our heads

The heavens spit on us and damn, they should enjoy it while they can!

Material X 2

From politburos, kominterns, we'll take divine and overturn.

To regulate and celebrate

And beat the gods to desecrate

Surplus value has no case, workers own the means in place.

Occupy what you don't own

Tear all the things that you disown

Material X 4