What do we fight for?
A world where there will be a Coca-Cola in every corner store and euthanasia for the poor.
To breed nihilistic generations covered in sores to be ruled by prostitutes and boars.
So that scores of eyesore die in forever wars for robber barons and whores cutting deals behind closed doors.
Your owners want obedient workers.
While they live, you sleep. To obey means to remain Forever in the tombs.