Workers of The World, Unite!

[Intro – whispered, rising synths] A spectre is haunting... the world... The spectre of a struggle unseen... [Chorus – explosive beat drop] Workers of the world, unite! You have nothing to lose but your chains A whole world to win, ignite The spark that will change your life Workers of the world, unite! The tallest structures can be torn apart Through the eye of the storm, we must ride To the dawn, the morning light [Verse 1 – driving bass, shimmering keys] The history of all society Is the struggle of class reality Oppressor, oppressed in endless strife Each fight a breath, a spark of life Neoliberalism tore the veil Turned dignity to wage for sale But in the forge of the darkest night The people must find their might [Pre-Chorus – vocals soar] The ruling ideas are but Frightened whispers of the ruling class But when our chains are made known We will achieve all the goals we have [Chorus – louder, harmonies swelling] Workers of the world, unite! You have nothing to lose but your chains A whole world to win, ignite The spark that will change your life Workers of the world, unite! The tallest structures can be torn apart Through the eye of the storm, we must ride To the dawn, the morning light [Verse 2 – stripped down, synth pulse] The free market, cold and vile Treats the worker as a child But what the ruling class creates Lets the people seal its fate In place of empathy, naked greed But in our struggle, it plants a seed We are used to loss and pain But in their fall — we'll rise again [Bridge – slow, dramatic, then building to climax] Let the ruling classes tremble At a revolution’s cry Let them think that we have nothing But we have the world — and the sky [Final Chorus – euphoric drop, crowd chanting] Workers of the world, unite! You have nothing to lose but your chains A whole world to win, ignite The spark that will change your life Workers of the world, unite! The tallest structures can be torn apart Through the eye of the storm, we must ride To the dawn, the morning light [Outro – fading echo, triumphant strings] A spectre is haunting the world… And it sings with every silent voice heard…