Crimson Wool by MINDSET OFF

In the toil of commonwealth that is to be
We’re slow to kill and aftermaths some end in seas
So secure yourself and argue for a world that is free

We have fed you all, for a thousand years
And you still us as unfed,
Though there's never a dollar of all your wealth
That marks the worker's dead.

There is never a mine blown skyward now
But we're buried ali
ve for you.
There's never a wreck that drifts shoreward now
But we are its ghastly crew.
So given our dead by the forges red
And the factories where we spin.
But if blood be the price of your awful wealth
Good God! we have paid it in.

There is never a mine blown skyward now
But we're buried alive for you.
There's never a wreck that drifts shoreward now
But we are its ghastly crew.
So given our dead by the forges red
And the factories where we spin.
But if blood be the price of your awful wealth
Good God! we have paid it in.

We have fed you all for a thousand years
For that was our doom you know,
From the days when you chained us in your fields
To the strike of a week ago
You have taken our lives, and our babies and homes
And you told “it's your legal share”
But if blood be the price of your awful wealth
Good God! we have paid it fair.
Good God! we have paid it fair.

• Electronic
• Krautrock
• alternative dance music
• electronica
• indie dance
• indiedisco
• live looping
• progressive
• protest song
• Düsseldorf