Passed Pawn

Belie! To your will my queen. I bend your mercy.
Oh busy worker don't weaken. Swarm! Sweet harm.
Sing a song of fortune and brave it.
So march you followers. All over the place!
With no regret! Watch out for the siren to resound!
Look around. Cause this is the place we're all gonna fall.
They stand so tall on the tribune. Nicely dressed, but grey skin.
We scream: "Our clothes are careworn and blood-soaked."
But no one cares in this profit-draining generation!
All applaud and say: "Well done!"
Take my blood and carry it to the world. Just surrender!