Smearing dirt into the eyes of the ones who don't want to see,
They leach the blood from the veins of the ones who lie down and
Everything they own is layered in gold while hospital wards close and
Mere mortals die.
Oppressing women, they only care about you 'til you're born,
Then you're a statistic, another brainwashed clone bleeding gold and
Filling their wallets, furnishing their sixth holiday home.
The pigs watch everything, control us and subdue us, we are an
Orwell novel coming to life, the walls will rise around our minds, the mist
Will fade our thoughts, we will close up, 'cause numbers don't rebel.