If there is hope it hides itself well
appearing instead as a future of Hell.
Humanity walks on a road unknown
and soon it will reap all that it has sown.
So stand you though may for capitalist right;
that system that comes as a thief in the night
to steal from us all both future and dream
while you feast in your styes on Gaia’s own cream.
But when push comes to shove how will you fare
when the slaves that you need are no longer there?
When your servants and slaves march on the street
who will hand you the riches you arseholes eat?
Nobility only has sway if it’s real
and soon now, your fate, the people will seal.