the world's filled with blood-thirsty, money hungry bastards. they set their evil corporation standards. taking your life at a sick and maddening pace. forcing on you tech vests and French fries that lack real taste. watch for a day and you'll live for two. or take the alternative and they're going to get you. work for the powerful sick angry bastards. bow before them and call them your masters. part aside and conform to their almighty rule. if you wear their clothes, your friends will think you're really cool. don't run away. they catch up quickly. that's too suspicious. you've got to move out of there slickly. they'll throw you out of home and commandeer all of your land. they won't help you out when you hold out your little hand. no matter what happens, it is always us against them. if you have kids, the cycle starts all over again. they took control without your permission. compared to what should be, this is a sad rendition. there ain't much time left
before they swallow you whole
however much you rebel
they'll push back ten-fold

your enemy and master are one and the same
they've gotta collate, fax and copy just to find your name
there's a never ending hunger and we're the buffet
as long as we don't fight it then you know the blood will stay