No rest for the working man.
Working for wicked men,
In every piece of history there is no peace.
As clocks flow and time slows we'll find a way and try.
No rest, just a greater divide.
Pound sign eyes left wanting more.
With you it's always take, take, take!
Ignore the new worlds fate.
You rub your hands, your eager smiles are fake!
You sell my body, but you can't take my mind.
No bribes. No bribes. No bribes.
Like tape cassettes and VHS each problem's forgotten and still no rest.
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