We chew bogus theories
Hoping to make history,
We build pile of lies
Deceiving the less fortunate.
Taking advantage of the passionate to work as slaves.
We clench our fists hoping
To build future but digging
Our graves, we're employed
By unemployment, the
Wicked and crooked are
Our masters, the affluent
Parasite live at the peak of paradise while the proletarian are at the bottom suffering.
Proletarian toil making
A difference...