Below the southern flank there lies a hell that's left alone
And it's not a place where the tourists like to go
Paradise is relative across the open sea
Where a billion people live and die in poverty

They try to make a living on the corporate bottom line
But the sum of their existence doesn't add up to a dime
And the overwhelming excess that their daily labor feeds
Fills the pockets of the rich who seek to maximize their greed

In a world commodified
The masses rise again
To keep the profits high
And keep themselves shut in

What does it mean when the value of life
Is worth less than a dollar a day?
There are no excuses, just people to feed
And when you're starving words just don't fucking matter

Sleeping on the ground with shit and rats
They're gonna go another day if it breaks their backs
No-one cares if they make it or not
If one man dies there's ten to fill his spot

Their dreams will rot with time
As the soil turns to sand
And the high-rises climb
And the rich rape their land
Bled for a profit as their bodies grow weak
They are a class in themselves fighting just to breathe
Corporation slaves work the engines of greed
They can buy a life but they can't buy freedom

Seven days a week on the factory floor
God-forsaken work-whores
Go buy your shit, keep the system alive
And two cents for the kid who did the job

God can't hear them crying
Work to live, live to die
Trapped within a cruel existence
Misery multiplies
Welcome to the New World Order
Buried dreams, worthless lives
Empathy is out of fashion

(Don't give up, beat 'em down)
Arise and pain them
(Don't give up, beat 'em down)
Till there's nothing left
(Don't give up, beat 'em down)
Raze and burn them
(Don't give up, beat 'em down)
Till there's nothing left