(Intro) Of Exploiter and Proletarian (Remastered) Lyrics

In the old world technologic gave birth to a way effective to make poor

Industrial revolution as a signal of progress brought a tide of poverty

The invention wasn't bad but the sick mind of its proprietors

Whose insidious mentality is as cold as machinery

To some frustrating, humiliating, the reason that had turned

The human strength into a simple product a machine, a battery, food

I disagree that you are planting the seeds to make a better place to live

Your hungry gluttony you only see through green it seems you suffer from daltonism

At every breath I take you try to squeeze me out all my strength and my time

Your mere purpose is to get enough pounds, with them can clean your ass

So you abuse me, you despise me, you exploit the skills I have

In your bold-faced project you submit me, and include me as merchandise

Exploiter, exploiter your tentacles absorb

Exploiter, you squander the well-being of the crowd

Collective production, individual gain

Exploiter you spread out your web to catch us into

One class, its work, balance the wealth of idle ones

Collective production, individual gain

Every passing day, it is a step towards my grave; I feel the tension pushing through my neck

You want my hands were four and I'm working like a dog for the crumbs you throw me away

This the burden that I have to bear for the rest of my life

For been born under the beaten heritage of an honest working class

My work supports you it does keep you sitting high on your throne

While you constrain me and deny me the enjoyment I deserve

Now here below, is our real world, where sweat is something that's produced

No clubs suit and tie popularity and the pride, ostentation well-off class makes bright

Bourgeois take away the food from our mouth and just throw us the bones

Sad wages we are given for increasing up your wealth

Sick supremacy you are inflicting am I inferior?

What a crying shame but without me you'd be penniless and the same worm

Exploiter, exploiter your tentacles absorb

Exploiter, you squander the well-being of the crowd

Collective production individual gain

Exploiter you spread out your web to catch us into

One class, its work balance the wealth of idle ones

Collective production individual gain

You are mine, confined, into my clutches you are

In rags, starving I overtax you

Your efforts, my profits, I need more wage-earners

So my economy I'll keep while I impoverish you all

Do I have to resign while this system bites its column the people that support it

Once we were free men but commerce pushed us to work for less

A wage-earner a hostage of your greed

System brought up by delirious men desirous of supremacy

Brought up to discriminate human values

Where's my salary and so your dignity you're nothing more than a malady

Proletarians' needs are claiming you to heed or we'll put an end to your ecstasy

Exploiter, exploiter your tentacles absorb

Exploiter, you squander the well-being of the crowd

Collective production individual gain

Exploiter you spread out your web to catch us into

One class, their work balance the wealth of idle ones

Collective production individual gain

Spendthrift welfare sucker, robs lives in spades