Are you all in? All in closes copulating

All threaded screws to get you repopulating

A choked engine of stupor and static

These days, may these days

As millstone collars, fail to drag us further down

While lashed, here while lashed to arsenic eating

Sinking fast with leaden bones

All hosts, owning isn’t earning

It’s a wound open to sate the leech

O, lust, to gorge on endless blood

Two thousand parasitic billionaire men

With the workers bleeding, the horse is beaten

God forbid that you should еver want a home

You’ll shine likе a diamond when you’re down in the mine

And if there’s any whose eagerness

To trample beleaguered and

Deteriorated outpaces their empathy

You’ll find a place in the ever-increasing

The holds over hollow-eyed hands

The flesh tearing flesh from the famished and failing

The Ouroboros, the unquenchable thirst

Crushing the heads of the last to be first

Gallows humour on the all-scaffold

All the world’s a stage on which the working class is hanged

They say men are hanged while meat is hung

But it’s apparent how the ones a-struggling, strung

Are seen, so much brawn swinging

From capital’s very beams

We are the cult of work

We are the cult of labour sold

We are the cult of work

We are the cult of siphoned gold