Demand, consume, repeat the cyclical flow 

Man, stolen in the night 
Ripped right from the arms of his child 
Drain the workforce 
Torn, forced into the dark 
Working for his heart, cold and blind 
More than they can bear 

Pushed unto the edge of life 
And then further 
Pushed unto the edge of life 
Expire, replace 

Overhead the sun it shines no more 
Skies opaque with winter's squall eternal 
 [bad word]  
With faces cast in stone, emerge into the light 
We'll never return home, with ashes in our skies 
 [bad word]  kicked, tortured 
Quick and painless death you will not find 
Slowly, surely, purged clean 
Growing ancient, lost within the mine 
This is our home 

Imprisoned and alone, drowning in the night 
We are daughters of the stone, wandering in time 
 [bad word] 

Chained to the factory floor, smoke fills our lungs and our world 
There is no escaping this well 
Cold to the touch yet it burns, fuelling our whole universe 
Living [bad word]