Been a f*cking long time coming
It's judgment day
Cheating, stealing, minimum wage
Every billionaire rat's gotta f*cking pay
Crawling through the trenches of a corporate trap
You think you run this shit?
I am a snake in the grass
Losing your grip on the control you bear
Your lies exposed
Your noose is ready to wear
Glory to be
You ain't my f*cking master
You belong on a rope
Tied to the rafters
Wealth means nothing
Just a modern disease
Make us beg for scraps
Now let's see what you look like on your f*ckin' knees