As the wind it rushes on a stormy night and all is lost and torn

The bolts that keep you fixed in place hold fast to secrets sworn

With blood red skies and hearts of stone in a world brought to its knees

As the fat cat in his pin stripe suit pulls out his new car keys

Inequality, hierarchy, the banker takes your coins 

priorities are Family you lose the fruit of your loins

Stay on late, pick up the slate, increase productivity

Until you find there is no one for you, you old has been