Are you afraid of God, capitalist?
When you exploit the hands that feed you,
Do you even see the line between flesh and machine?
Do you count their sweat as numbers on a screen?

We’re not gears in your empire,
Not shadows in your factory light.

Are you afraid of God, capitalist?
Your throne is built on broken backs,
We’re alive, we’re bleeding, we exist,
And one day your walls will crack.

You smile in suits while we grind in dirt,
Counting coins, ignoring the hurt.
Concrete towers rise over shattered dreams,
But the scream of the many bursts your seams.

We’re not gears in your empire,
Not shadows in your factory light.

Are you afraid of God, capitalist?
Your throne is built on broken backs,
We’re alive, we’re bleeding, we exist,
And one day your walls will crack.

Machines may hum, but hearts still burn,
You’ll face the tide you tried to spurn.
Power fades like a fleeting ghost,
And in the end, it’s us you’ll toast.

Are you afraid of God, capitalist?
Your throne is built on broken backs,
We’re alive, we’re bleeding, we exist,
And one day your walls will crack.