Are you all in? All in closes copulating
All threaded screws to get you repopulating
A choked engine of stupor and static

These days, may these days
As millstone collars fail to drag us further down
While lashed, here while lashed to arsenic eating
Sinking fast with leaden bones
All hosts, owning isn’t earning
It’s a wound open to sate the leech
O, lust, to gorge on endless blood
Two thousand parasitic Billionaire men

With the workers bleeding, the horse is beaten
God forbid that you should ever want a home

You’ll shine like a diamond
When you’re down in the mine!
And if there’s any whose eagerness
To trample beleaguered and
Deteriorated outpaces their empathy
You’ll find a place in the ever-increasing
The holds over hollow-eyed hands
The flesh tearing flesh from the famished and failing

The Ouroboros, the unquenchable thirst
Crushing the heads of the last to be first
Gallows humour on the all-scaffold
All the world’s a stage
On which the working class is hanged
They say men are hanged while meat is hung
But it’s apparent how
The ones a-struggling, strung, are seen
So much brawn swinging
From capital’s very beams

We are the cult of work
We are the cult of labour sold
We are the cult of work
We are the cult of siphoned gold