[Verse 1] Sirens drag the morning up through windows made of dust, Factory lights like winter suns that burn us into rust. Clock-in lines and camera eyes, the scanners mark our skin, Every minute sold for scraps while shareholders all grin. Screens glow blue in rented rooms where tired bodies stream, Children trade their futures cheap inside the data stream. Sirens drag the morning up through windows made of dust, Work has turned to worship and the altar pays in rust. [Chorus I] Hail! Equality Hail! Prosperity Hail! Abundance Hail! Security Hail! The iron sermon Hail! The velvet lies Hail! The credit score Hail! The endless grind [Verse 2] Eyes that never sleep record each movement that we make, Every click and whispered doubt another mark to take. The screens glow like altars in apartments cold and small, Endless streams of curated dreams that mean nothing at all. They harvest every moment like a field that must be reaped, And sell the ghost of who we are in data that never sleeps. [Chorus II] Hail! Equality Hail! Prosperity Hail! Abundance Hail! Security Hail! The iron sermon Hail! The velvet lies Hail! The data mines Hail! The endless feed [Verse 3] Factory lights like dying suns burn through the frozen dawn, Tired hands keep moving though the hope is nearly gone. Clock-in cards and silent lines march through another day, Bodies sold by hours for a promise never paid. Managers preach loyalty while counting what we owe, But loyalty won’t fill the bowls where empty wages go. [Chorus III] Hail! Equality Hail! Prosperity Hail! Abundance Hail! Security Hail! The iron sermon Hail! The velvet lies Hail! The night shift Hail! The empty pay [Bridge] Speak the words the banners preach, Say them loud so none may hear What the hungry know too well Beneath the velvet lies we cheer. Raise the slogans, praise the creed, Let the faithful voices climb, If the sermon must be iron Then the chains must be divine. [Verse 4] Bright advertisements whisper through the glowing city night, Every promise soft as silk, every lie wrapped tight. Smiling faces on the walls preach comfort, wealth and grace, While hunger walks unnoticed through the polished marketplace. The knives are never shouting, never dripping crimson red, They cut with quiet contracts and the debts we carry instead. [Breakdown] Steel and signal, code and coin, Turn the gears and fall in line. Clock by clock the bodies wear, Debt by debt the souls decline. Hear the engines chant the creed, Hear the markets grind the bones, Every promise cast in velvet Hides a thousand sharpened thrones. [Final Chorus] Hail! Surveillance Hail! Overtime Hail! Depression Hail! Decline Hail! The iron sermon Hail! The velvet lies Hail! The endless feed Hail! The silent knives Hail! Obedience Hail! The grind Hail! The numbers Hail! The line Hail! Submission Hail! The cage Hail! The debt Hail! The wage Hail! Surveillance Hail! Overtime Hail! Depression Hail! Decline
