Working days Sleeping nights
Paid in wages that are not enough
Minutes to hours till we drop
Days to months when will it stop
Spilling color and burn the land
Leaves a memory that just won’t stand
Sickness and penance a generation thrives
Nothing changes those wasted lives
Is this the end of us all
How can you say you don’t care
Working nights and sleeping days
Paying nothing pounding away
How can you say you tool the call
Rose to the occasion despise us all
It’s time to see they all say
What you had planned all the way
Tomorrow’s children the time has come
They will see one day what you have done
Is this the end of us all
How can you say you won’t care