The Eaters and the Eaten (Demo Version)

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 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 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 longshore line

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