Precariat
Capstan Lyrics

Standing at an impasse
We're at a standstill

Forged with broken hearts and shattered glass
Our situation was born from heartbreak and destruction

The death of our progress
Our progress has come to an end

Destruction of the middle class
The middle class has been destroyed

This calamity knows no bounds
Our situation has no limits

And shows no shame
It's unapologetic

It's spit in our face
It's insulted us

And we gave hate a different name
We've disguised our anger with a different label

TERROR... IT'S A CORPORATE DESIGN THEY KEPT STACKING BODIES ON THE CAPITAL SHRINE Were you dazed by the flashing lights and dollar signs?! Did you feel your conscience shift into a steep decline?!
The terror we feel is a design orchestrated by corporations. They've continued to profit while stepping on us like corpses on a grave, and we're starting to feel numb to it all.

Mind numb from what the suffocation has become
Our minds are numb from the overwhelming situation

We're all born apart of the great divide (Great divide) Molded and shaped the machine's assembly line With oil in our blood and diamonds in our eyes We've been longing for relief, not an empty COMPROMISE
We were all born into the divide between the rich and poor, and have been shaped by a system that values profit over human life. We hope for real relief, not just empty promises.

I'm so goddamn discouraged by the way we live our days out Destructively with our heads down Aspirations, ambitions stay bound It's all routine played out scenes over cells and magazines IT'S THE AMERICAN DREAM OR TODAY'S BIG SALES AT SHOPPING MALLS BUILT ON GROUNDS HOUSING HELL
We're discouraged by how we go about our daily lives, living destructively and without hope. Our aspirations are limited and we're stuck in a cycle of routine and consumerism in the name of the American Dream, even if it means supporting shopping malls built on sites of extreme poverty and suffering.