In the belts, they mine all day,
Bitter hearts, no time to play,
Suspicious eyes on every move,
Selfish clicks, they just won’t improve.
Highsec miners, poor and mean,
Bitter faces, in the screen,
Petty fights, they never end,
In their rocks, they can’t pretend.
They’ll cry and whine, but still they grind,
In their ships, no peace they find.