All for one!  
They shout from their towers of glass and steel,  
Built off the toil of those working the till  
But only for them,  
The ones who climb high on a ladder of bones,  
Built from the labour of those down below,  
Choking on dust, buried in stone.

All for one!  
The chant of a machine,  
Whirring gears and grinding dreams,  
Cold, calculating, unseen,  
Feeding on hope, leaving nothing but seams,  
Frayed and torn, where life should be sewn,  
Where the many are used, then cast out alone.

They preach the gospel of profit and gain,  
But it’s a bitter hymn, soaked in pain,  
The verses echo with lies, with deceit,  
A chorus of greed, where justice retreats.  
All for one! they sing,  
As if it’s divine,  
But there’s nothing sacred in a dollar sign.

Look at the streets, the factories, the fields,  
Where the many toil, where the truth is revealed   
Their hands are worn, their faces lined,  
The weight of the world on their backs confined.  
While the few grow fat on the many’s blood,  
Sitting high, sipping from the flood,  
Of tears, of sweat, that fall like rain,  
On a ground that’s soaked in endless pain.

All for one!  
But it’s a cruel jest,  
A sleight of hand, a trick at best,  
They’ve rigged the game, stacked the deck,  
The many left waiting, a noose 'round the neck.

They built their castles on our despair,  
Laid their roads with our broken care,  
And when we fall, they don’t hear the sound,  
For they’re too high up, they never look down.

All for one!  
But who is this one?  
A shadow, a phantom, blocking the sun,  
A faceless figure in a gilded frame,  
Smiling wide as we play their game.  
But where’s the “all” in this equation of loss?  
Where’s the justice, where’s the cost?

The one’s victory is our defeat,  
A bitter pill that’s hard to eat,  
And as they rise, we’re left behind,  
Our dreams discarded, our hopes confined.

All for one!  
They say it with pride,  
But it’s a lie, a myth to hide,  
The truth that burns beneath the skin,  
That in this world, we’ll never win.

We’re told to reach, to aim for the stars,  
But the rungs are broken, the ladder’s too far,  
And when we slip, and when we fall,  
They turn away, they don’t hear the call.

All for one!  
But it’s a bitter chant,  
A lullaby for the sycophant,  
To keep us working, to keep us blind,  
To keep us chained in body and mind.

All for one,  
And none for the rest,  
In this cruel world, that’s the test,  
Where the many suffer for the one to rise,  
Where our value is measured in our demise.

All for one,  
But none for all,  
And in this system, we’re bound to fall.