God save us every one
Will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns
For the sins of our hand
The sins of our tongue
The sins of our father
The sins of our young
God save us every one
Will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns
For the sins of our hand
The sins of our tongue
The sins of our father
The sins of our young

There's a time, when the operation of the machine becomes so odious.
Makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part,
You can't even passively take part.
And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels,
Upon the levers,
Upon all the apparatus. And you've got to make it stop!"