Đóng góp: There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part; you can't even passively take part, and you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop.
Steel unload
Final blow We the animals take control Hear us now
Clear and true Wretches and kings we come for you
So keep pace
How slow can you go
Talk a lot of shit and yet you don't know
Fire on the way
Make you all say whoa
The people up top and the people down low
Get down
And I'm running it like that
The front of the attack is exactly where I'm at
Somewhere in between the kick and the hi hat
The pen and the contract
The pitch and the contact
So get with the combat
I'm letting 'em know
There ain't shit you can say to make me back down no
So push the button let the whole thing blow
Spinning everything outta control
Now everybody go
Steel unload
Final blow
We the animals take control
Hear us now
clear and true
Wretches and kings we come for you
Steel unload fire blow
Filthy animals beat them low
Skin and bone black and blue
No more this sun shall beat onto you
From the front to the back and the side to side
If you fear what I feel put 'em up real high