Little man is rank mankind
Common people's worthless lives
Little man, you're useless to me
I hate you, you have no value
Here to serve the likes of me
Businesses built on your backs and your toil
Fills the pockets of those with hands too good to touch the soil
Rank Mankind x 4
Stuck in this game of their creation
They made the rules and declared themselves the winners
We bought and sold your dreams since before you took your first breath
We've owned you since your birth, and we'll own you 'til your death
Our power is immutable, we are the modern kings
And we'll always have a piece of you you're all just our playthings
We are the secret masters and you are our slaves
