歌词
Part-time slave shackled by wage
Overtake movement, there's more to bend
Deafening howls, here comes the wolves
The pageantry turned black indeed
Pick your victor, you'll always lose
No exemptions until the Reaper plays his tune
Don't claim you earned your way
Capital. Ritual. The same to me
Slave on you worthless drone
Your unfortune serves a role
Slave on you hopeless soul
Your misfortune all you own
Insurrection! Rising!