The Gathering of Ants Lyrics


We are part of the mass

post-industrial working class

Empowered by commands to be

the Black Ants assembly

I feel trapped here within

their system as the workforce

Diligent and industrious

Voluntarily focused

Disciplinary in use

Slaves of this modern world

I feel trapped here within

their system as the workforce

Beyond reasonable doubt

Strains coincide with fear

Harder still to make a will

and sacrifice our surviving selves

Here our lives, on their hands as an asset

Stagnation walks in circular direction

Lack of inclination

Self-induced submission

Undisputable fracture

Tracking to consequence

Aging to reluctance

A hell of industry