The One who’s trash I every day, throw away still to this day,
Has never heard of my name, neither seen my face
Never really bothered to care
Whether my hands are full or bare
What do I have for my kids to share?

It’s an age of recklessness, Brimming full of bitterness
Damn age of cruelty that must be overturned
(They) keep saying “patience!”, “Obedience!”
Wait a while, and be content
It’ll be alright but no money at the moment

But once, we stop working
By the time, their own filth
Has mounted up to their faces
That’s when the ears, of the gentlemen,
Open up and, listen up to our demands.

While they tell us to be content, plunder us of our existence
Their feast is fully going on, with no cracks in their routine (lags, plans)
Those saying patience, obedience
Same ones repeating “Be content!”
You’ll see them fall on their knees

When they see that were together, and see that we won’t fall back ever
That’s when they realise, what a strength we are
Just like all the trash one day
Them selves and their useless bullshit
We’ll sweep off from each and every place

But once we stop working
By the time, their own filth
Has mounted up to their faces
That’s when the ears, of the gentlemen,
Open up and, listen up to our demands.