Population Slave

Eyes fry unblinded, burned by visions far and true

Each soul is a vessel navigating towards a tomb

You set your metronome to the melody of endless stimulation

Grinding every nerve until you’re lost to all sensation

Speak no evil, speak no sense. Just make sure it rhymes

Then swell in tears that overflow

From the lies behind the eyes

Cold old man, house built on sand, your soul is sold under worth

No matter what size your coffer

All dues get paid to the dirt

What I am, I have to carry with me until the day I fall

All together, hand in hand, collecting just to give away

Population

Slave

Professed, you second guessed

Trapped inside the mainstream mass

Live and buy before the face of time

As his hands maintain his pace and pass

Never heed the bell that calls, like any emperor

You wilt until you fall

Life recycles through the ages as the pages turn

Like fields of grass that bloom to burn

Trapped inside a timeline, rising only to decay

Mindless, numb, and willing to succumb

To any hand, you bend and sway

Blend to the masses

Become the hive

New paint, same paradigm

Boxed and serialized

What I am, I have to carry with me until the day I fall

All together, hand in hand, collecting just to give away

Population

Slave

Population slave