In every corner of the Earth
Tower the monster’s factories
Imparting souls with numeric worth
Harvesting souls in battery

Every hope and every dream
In chains, incarcerated
It's a paradox that few bellies bulge
While all the rest are emaciated

The capitalists control our time
They made and manned the clock
The capitalist puts the worker
Between a hard place and a rock

Harnessing forces of nature
For nature’s own destruction
There is a special ineptitude
In capitalist construction

But this creation is no fixity
Its rules we can transcend
Capitalism becomes dangerous
Only when we believe it has no end