Patiently I wait, sitting here at my seat
Tallying every transgress repeat and repeat
Temperance I say as I sit here and see
THe classes drift farther in our society
I take to my feet as the time finally comes
Time to correct our capitalistic syndromes
Time to take back what is rightfully ours
Climb the walls and put seige the towers
The Red Dawn is coming to free the masses
The Red Star will become the beacon of the lower classes
Corperate flees into it's green paper mansion
It will be burned to the ground by the fire of passion
Hang yourself with your own noose
For it is not just my voice you set loose!
The chant is rising in the street
Carried along on a thousand feet!
We fed our lives into our endless jobs
NOW UNDERSTAND WHY THE ROMANS FEARED THE MOB!