From the weeping womb to the tombTowering fuming smokestacks loomedAloft the emancipated industrialMercantile maroonYour heirs will be deprived this fateA penitentiary as consumer villeinsNever to enter throughThe grim rusting factory gatesSix, zero, two, sixNine, six, oneTorn apart in the soul destroying...Six, zero, two, sixNine, six, oneThe granulating dark satanic mills...Subsisting shackled drudgers & dronesDisassembly line of skin & boneCollieries not beachesLie beneath the paving stonesWhen chattel black turned to whiteRigid binding chains were hidden from sightThe unborn will quenchThe thirstful smouldering kiln's firesYou might also likeA Congealed Clot of BloodCarcassDead Embryonic CellsSepulturaLuciferian raysInquisitionSix, zero, two, sixNine, six, oneTorn apart in the soul destroying...Six, zero, two, sixNine, six, oneSweat & no redemption in the dark satanic millsAn existence, subservient, binded you'll see"A working class hero is something to be"An existence, subservient, blinded you'll seedA working class hero is something to bleed
