See, I always knew that we were here for more
Than wash the dishes, do the cooking
See, I’m here to speak for everyone
That never got a look in
You know, all the ones who ain’t good-looking
The ones who hate the crooked
Wicked nature of the system
For everyone who knows, fuck it
Just cause we can’t see the bars
Don’t mean we aren’t imprisoned

— Sound of Rum, End Times