Eyes glowing red in the billowing dust

One foot of clay and the other of rust

An incarnation of an ancient plan

Please stand by while they rape the land

I can see the darkness coming

From the age we never left

The lords of the land may have changed their names

And got brass plates for their desks

but It''s still got that same shit smell

Whether you call it roses or not

We're still living on borrowed land

Still can't change our lot

They took away all our potential

Taught us how not to be free

Told us that we need to pay

Just to live and breathe

We've all been caught in this trap

We believed in all the lies

So hold your breath now and die

Or go outside and try to survive

Eyes glowing red in the billowing dust

One foot of clay and the other of rust

Industrial terror visited on the land

Isn't it time that we made a stand?