Face in the crowd
Kicking fascist history
Boys aren't allowed in a perverted trickery

Body, Machine, Body
Body, Machine, Body

There was a time
When people were lined
Stop this cold blooded scenery
Before we kill this a mystery

Thoughts of a different kind
Can be convertised
Industrialised
No work for the working man
Government shits upon your facts
They are the reason way
You can't escape this bleeding lie
Push yourself to the edge
Watch them come or watch them die

My working dream
My work