Casualties

Work us like slaves, from our birth till grave
Bet on our gains, even prophet when we're...

We are the dead peasants, who cry for repentance
We just accept this, but we'll never forget this
That you left us helpless, to steal all our riches
To make us worthless, to rule with iron fists.

To rule with iron fists.

Lost in dismay, inside we decay
Internally, we're now rotting.

Pushed to deadly extent, to test the human limit
Even if it fucking kills us, they can profit off our corpses
All our lives are proven worthless, as they take more than riches
We can feel their intentions, to rule us with iron fists.

We are left, with their mistakes and their debt
To work it off, even after our death, like minions
We blindly follow what they say
And don't question why we slave day by day
We need to rise, revolt and start to strike
Before we lose, all control in our lives
We can rule, this twisted world if we choose
Or die as drones, who are rules by the few.

We are the dead peasants, who cry for repentance
We just accept this, but we'll never forget this
That you left us helpless, to steal all our riches
To make us worthless, to rule with iron fists.

Rule us with iron fists
Use us as you see fit, in this world.