Gaze into dying eyes vomiting gasping for air this cycle is endless that the price of productivity slaves work to assemble caught in Stranglehold the misery rules on your produce your ideas brought to the factory too frail and brittle to stand work the line till you drop or by a bullet for the company stripped of all dignity a hore for your selfish world the sign at the gate reads work will set you free day after day here's move the line never thought to live a life of such slavery laborers who can't stand inhaled deadly Vapors does left standing for the company they too will die