Precariat

Standing at an impasse forged with broken hearts and shattered glass
The death of our progress, destruction of the middle class
This calamity knows no bounds and shows no shame
It's spit in our face and we gave hate a different name

Terror

It's a corporate design
They keep stacking bodies on the capital shrine
Were you dazed by the flashing lights and dollar signs?
Did you feel your conscience shift into a steep decline?

Mind numb from what the suffocation has become

We're all born apart of the great divide
Molded and shaped in the machine's assembly line
With oil in our blood and diamonds in our eyes
We've been longing for relief, not an empty compromise

I'm so goddamn discouraged by the way we live our days out
Destructively with our heads down
Aspirations, ambitions stay bound

It's all routine
Played out scenes over cells and magazines
It's the American dream
Or today's big sales at shopping malls
Built on grounds housing hell

Mind numb from what the suffocation has become

We're all born apart of the great divide
Molded and shaped in the machine's assembly line
With oil in our blood and diamonds in our eyes
We've been longing for relief, not an empty compromise