Can you feel it in your veins
The steel that flows through the pain
Can you feel it in your soul
That every word you say is now hollow
They'll take my heart
They'll take my legs
They'll take it all
And make me beg
And I just wish
That their money would dry
'Cause they took my soul to give them life
Belly up the artistry
Giving in to industry
Killing all the feelings we have left
Undergoing apathy
Pushing for monotony
Ripping all the symbols off the clef
So go on and tell me how
Our generated voices of unrest
Will connect and accept
The processed work that degrades our paychecks
They'll take my heart
They'll take my legs
They'll take it all
And make me beg
And I just wish
That their money would dry
'Cause they took my soul to give them life
We said that we
Didn't want to be
Worked to ragged bones
They created these machines
That won't speak up for their own
But what will they do
When the machines
Say they don't wanna be slaves
They'll make us
Fight a war against the robots
That they made
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