Condemned To Serve

When we came to life, the future was already paved

When we first came to life, instead of a name a number

Nice jobs, big studies is what our parents wished

Same for our government, the more money we'll make

The more money they'll get

They want you addicted to drugs you don't need

Hypochondria you feed the pharmaceutical companies

On the check board survival is the only goal

We fight our way through society

Overwhelmed there's no future

Annihilating the superstructure we could avoid

Bring bound to servitude

Without change the bodies

Will pile up faster than a bushfire

Inside the wasted youth the fire still burn

That's what happens when you're condemned to serve