Palace of carnivorous, irrational meal
Supply the high society, quickly
Time doesn’t care, eat less and work more
Feed the empire, feed the publicity
Eat the label, don’t feed yourself
They enslave as in the old times
Small salaries and lots of work
The businessmen are swimming in your sweat
Attend all the needs of them
Brain is washed by the publicity
There is no choice, there is no decision
The capitalist empire wants to bite our heads off
And sell us quick as food
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