I'm too legitimate to be stuck in a vision of hell
I know the world is a prison but I can't get out my cell
sell, sell, buy, buy, consume, condense and void

take as much as you can hold, leave the rest destroyed
either a pusher or fiend or somewhere between
but I been buying my time with hope that fate intervenes

and if it don't, there's a chance effects could be detrimental
leaving me broke, working jobs that undermine my potential
'cause nine to five to stay alive is subsistence

with fits of dissonance to make me question existence
and if resistance is the difference between living a life
or finishing with knowledge that I lived a life right, then I'll fight

the worker's plight involves discretions of labor
but the human plight revolves around protecting your neighbor
so, why don't I stand up, get fed up and do something?

'cause every time I gain, I actually lose something

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you can't move me -- like the rest of them
you can't use me -- like the rest of them
can't confuse me -- like the rest of them

I'm the indentured insurgent
can't diffuse me -- like the rest of them
can't induce me -- like the rest of them

you can't mute me -- like the rest of them
I'm the indentured insurgent


now, this mentality's lazy or that's what they tell us
and the movement has a base of crazy, radical zealots
if you're rebellious then they make your peers so irate and jealous

internalized, until the issue just implodes and envelops
never develops into anything but ruckus and chatter
until eventually, you're back to thinking nothing's the matter

and as a matter of fact, there's a matter of pay
year of decline -- now, you find you're working two jobs a day
for the same salary, same social situation

system running like a treadmill, got you constantly pacing
to keep up -- any progress is highly implausible
when it's a (*##$ to make 'em cover visits to the hospital

truth is, you're expendable
and easily replicable with someone more dependable
your service was commendable but now it's a wrap

and the 401's drained but here's a pat on the back

(chorus)


(chorus)


"we want more jobs," the constituents scream
but every politician listening is in on the scheme
see, it's supply and demand -- when they fulfill the command

we attack for meager scraps and play right into their hands
as the positions decrease, their value is raised
the less you have, the more you have to sacrifice for your wage

this is America -- a nation founded deep in corruption
and the only way to keep it is through cheaper production
but we need people to function and since the market's receding

they can lower the price of a life of a human being
and we're constantly breeding a workforce for the harvest
so they can pick who's desperate and work the poorest the hardest

they tore us apart to distract us and extract the most money
to turn the U.S. into the next third world country
the land of the thieves and home of the deprived and enslaved

but I'm still searching for a job 'cause I gotta get paid

(chorus)