| Slaved into brittle and worked for days | |
| Only thing that paves your stay | |
| Look behind you see what you've made | |
| Like a workhorse stands for miles | |
| Work for you and never get tired | |
| Roll 'em up it's time to go | |
| We'll be back before it's too long | |
| Shaved into rhythm | |
| Work for days | |
| Consequences we have paid | |
| To be free in a world we've made | |
| Like a workhorse stands for miles | |
| Work for you and never get tired | |
| Roll 'em up it's time to go | |
| We can bet on all that's lost | |
| Before it's too long | |
| Burning hell |