Are you proud to work their fields?
Are you paralyzed by fear?
The walla they say will keep you safe were really rained to keep you still
And still
You kick it up to them
You give it all again
Trade your labor for a pittance
Are you proud or your reward?
The ones you love- are they proud of their reward?
Shackled to the shadow of the manor of your lord you stand
And still
The sickle is in in your hand
To swing at your command
Slash the chain raise the gate and take a stand
Are we idle fuckers?
Are they tyrants?
If they carry on we are carrion/
Are we idle?
You're dying on their fields but the sickle Is yours to wield
Slash the chain
Raise the gate and break the shield
Are we idle fuckers?
Are they tyrants?
If they carry on we are carrion
Are we idle?