Verse 1:
I watch the shadows that engulf the Earth (A)
And wallow in the blackened blood from the surf (A)
The miserly masses preaching from below (B)
Along the derelict rappers and their so called 'flow' (B)

None of you have any answers from the world (C)
Only broken words and fingers curled (C)
Making fists and ready to fight or die (D)
In an attempt to reach that mansion in the sky (D)

You think your life is hard? You aren't aware of anything! (E)
You're brainwashed and ignorant to everything (E)
Free your mind and take a look around! (F)
The answers are all there they just need to be found (F)

Do you think that any of this is normal? (G)
Whatever you consider to be overtly formal (G)
It's all created and you're meant to conform (H)
But, unleash your brain and create a new storm (H)

Chorus:
Look at the chains wrapped around your feet
Take the class war to the masses in the street
Gather your comrades and close the shops
Power in the union and fuck the cops
They'll see us march down hand in hand
And together, the proles will make their last stand
Let them tremble at the revolution
No mode of capitalism can pay the restitution

Verse 2:
It's the capitalist scum that perpetuates war
And all you care about is Jersey Shore
You consumerists alienated to spend and buy
Meanwhile in the Global South the hungry children die

Wake up! There is no God! (I)
Only fuckers wielding a cattle prod (I)
Look around and think for yourself
Pick your resolve up off of the top shelf


You think the radio is good?
You don't know shit about the hood
In capitalism art is a commodity
And opposition labeled as an oddity


The inequality that capitalism creates
Runs with the blood through the sewer grates
The murder is hidden, the floor is mopped
Fingers are pointed but the horror's not stopped

Chorus (X2):
Look at the chains wrapped around your feet
Take the class war to the masses in the street
Gather your comrades and close the shops
Power in the union and fuck the cops
They'll see us march down hand in hand
And together, the proles will make their last stand
Let them tremble at the revolution
No mode of capitalism can pay the restitution