Sympathy Thought of a small story to this song, if you don't mind.
"To the Masters we toil so hard for. To the Masters we smile to one another for, why do we work? Why do we toil? Why do we make?"
"To the Masters who have abandoned us so. To the Masters who once smiled down upon us, no more, why have we been forsaken? Why were we forgotten? Why were we left alone?"
"To the Masters who live only in our memories. To the Masters who we starve to see but a glimpse of again, why are we still here? Why are we making That? Why are we still working day in, day out, for no seeming reason?"
"Years, days, seconds, centuries. Does it matter? Who can say? All we can say is 'Why' and 'Please return some day, Masters'."
"...To the Masters who we yet still dream of..."
"...Why...?"