Based off Fritz Lang's 1927 masterpiece Metropolis:

Marrow on machine-joints
Till hour ten the arrow points
I can't support slaving for the surface
Marching into elevators or marching into furnace
I shan't live as a statistic
So place my faith in Abrahamic mystics
The revolution shall not be sound-tracked by pop-groups
Revolutions all that's left to not-lose
Crucify creators son in white silk
Deconstruct what the art-deco Reich built
Attack our source of survival
Break the hands at arrival
Strike the witch to splinters
As our patron saint alters to sinner
Spreading cultural illiteracy for population control
My identity number shall not be the decimation toll

Use force and do wrong
Workers rally to destroy Babylon
Cymbals chime as utopia drowns
Workers rally to replace the crown
Use force and do wrong
Workers rally to destroy Babylon
Cymbals chime as utopia drowns
Workers rally to replace the crown

Trade organic limbs for mechanical rebirth
Put destruction of man in fast forward and reverse
Watching artificial angels under a hearth
Observing my overlord by default grow worse 
Paradise lies behind advancements uncertain
Next to shrine of whom I was undeserving
Now as the Machine-Man achieves immersion
Blind rage results in a fathers desertion 
Look! There are my brothers 
My creator turned against one another
There's no justifying pulling one lever for millennia 
I can't look anyone in their eyes from a skyscraper
Chase my angel till I exit paradise
I see the lies maintaining my heaven ignite
Club of sons progical daughter leads excursion
Unveiling lower-class hell beneath the curtain

Use force and do wrong
Workers rally to destroy Babylon
Cymbals chime as utopia drowns
Workers rally to replace the crown
Use force and do wrong
Workers rally to destroy Babylon
Cymbals chime as utopia drowns
Workers rally to replace the crown

Crowds gather in the literal machines heart
To destroy it's mind then start
Awakening every man from their infinite loop
As we prosper from our messiah archetypes fluke
Entry into his heart beating unstable
Son of Satan leading hoards of angels
Prince and the pauper cyberpunk transpose develop
Pushing hands of time to waste instead of tell it
There's nothing fair in this system
Where work is a synonym for prison
Bring your sons and daughters to the uprising
Destroy the environment in which we're surviving
If it burns Utopian blindfold
Allowing each Christ Parallel to unfold
The head and the hand delight in oppression
Burn the eternal gardens to an ending

Use force and do wrong
Workers rally to destroy Babylon
Cymbals chime as utopia drowns
Workers rally to replace the crown
Use force and do wrong
Workers rally to destroy Babylon
Cymbals chime as utopia drowns
Workers rally to replace the crown


The City Of The Workers

Quiet on the outside, but inside is as loud as can be. I would best relate to the feeling of having many thoughts but not many ways to say them. It has been that way as long as I can remember but that doesn't stop me from accomplishing what needs to be done. At age 5, I won an
    award from my t-ball team for being most reliable and I still lives up to that even when the plate couldn't be much fuller. Show me something you created, expand on a world issue or explain how something works and my focus will be there. Listening combined with dependability and concentration are my strongest skills making me ideal for the workplace.

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The City Of The Workers

Jack Mythos