Narmer - Galley of Exploitation Lyrics

Yesterday was the day
When self respect hit rock bottom
Drawing crosses, filling boxes
Keeping the tails of crooked foxes

Working your sols and palms to raw
For advancing just a corporate whore
Oh happy days, with happy slaves
No one dares to put a cry on their face

Peasants crusher
Names turned to numbers
Castaway in civilization
Into the galley of exploitation
Organized deception

Serving a stabler messiah
A slave creator, a minute god
A right hand that feeds from defeats
A jackal that celebrates from your grief
Beating to windward upstream
Into the desperation's regime
To the land of the chosen ones
Ruled by enslaver's sons

An eviction and a ban
From a free life to a soulless man
As a lowlife, part of a plan
To give more than a mortal man ever can

No precise mission
Expectations are one messed up confusion
Words of approval followed by a hope removal
All is based on catch 22 abusal

Scrape your pieces together and
Struggle through lifelong desperation

Serving a stabler messiah
A slave creator, a minute god
A right hand that feeds from defeats
A jackal that celebrates from your grief

Beating to windward upstream
Into the desperation's regime
To the land of the chosen ones
Ruled by enslaver's sons