Precariat - Capstan

Standing at an impasse forged with broken hearts and shattered glass

The death of our progress, destruction of the middle class

This calamity knows no bounds and shows no shame

It’s spit in our face and we gave hate a different name

Terror

It’s a corporate design

They keep stacking bodies on the capital shrine

Were you dazed by the flashing lights and dollar signs

Did you feel your conscience shift into a steep decline

Mind numb from what the suffocation has become

We’re all born apart of the great divide

Molded and shaped in the machine’s assembly line

With oil in our blood and diamonds in our eyes

We’ve been longing for relief not an empty compromise

I’m so goddamn discouraged by the way we live our days out

Destructively with our heads down

Aspirations, ambitions stay bound

It’s all routine

Played out scenes over cells and magazines

It’s the American dream

Or todays big sales at shopping malls

Built on grounds housing hell

Mind numb from what the suffocation has become

We’re all born apart of the great divide

Molded and shaped in the machine’s assembly line

With oil in our blood and diamonds in our eyes

We’ve been longing for relief not an empty compromise