Forces of Solution

6 o'clock black clouds have raised, You carry on the whole disgrace, Hiding to the crowd like one of those. 8 o'clock you arrive at work, The Zombie-Boss that calls you a jerk, Pushes you into a shoe-box you mustn't leave. 12 o'clock it's time for a break, You have (got) half an hour for food intake, Listening to the empty words of them. By the time, all you will be mine, I will rent you and your souls. Hypnotized! Can you feel the rise? Revolution! Forces of Solution! 16 p.m. you can smell the end, There is only one hour left till the end, The evening is near and you feel the flame inside. Go out and see what the evening brings, You have less time till the alarm clock ring, And next morning the slavery will return. By the time, all you will be mine, I will rent you and your souls. Hypnotized! Can you feel the rise? Revolution! Forces of Solution!