Slave

Go ahead, make me your slave Cast my freedom; dig my grave For my life is not my own Nor are the seeds that I have sown I am only a product of what's come before I am nothing less and nothing more I am only a product of how I was raised Taught what to believe; how to behave Child turned perfectionist slave An abusive mind, I cannot be saved Endless clock of unending work Authority pulling my leash; every strangle, every jerk There is no rest, there is no peace Hope is useless; pain won't cease Ambition gone; lost all feelings Except for anger from wounds without healing Continue this cycle without a purpose Nobody cares, what's under the surface So go ahead, make me your slave Cast my freedom; dig my grave For my life is not my own Nor are the seeds that I have sown