Текст песни Credit Slaves - Fyrce Muons

I take a life you make
A yearn for taste the prison you make

I'm only standing with the weak holding dreams
To follow them this contract make
And this disease an ugly taste
We've lost our minds and fallen to these saddled queues
They organize the gold they make
A father to the nothing gained and never made

One day is just now out of reach
I must admit I haven't seen the corporate rag
This plastic bitch is just a greed
A spooky tooth and like a knife upon a tree
We find ourselves on buckled knees
In buried fears and stronger eyes that beg to please

The happy days they never came
We hold and choose the symptom made and not the game
Appropriate the lack of being a petty king
I'm under siege

Golden day has folded fast
The comfort is a hollow dream
The money man won't shed a tear
Have a cheese another cheese we give you cheese