Manufacture Life

Keep wasting the years Spilling blood to appease your fears Lost in this material plain You're constantly trying to gain Objects with no meaning and no ryhme Empathy I wonder what that means Aren't we all just machines Doing the bidding of our master Daily routines embedded into you forever The time for escape is coming You need only start running Break loose from the pack Make your own rules Live by your own means The herd is not your rightful home Feel no regret Even as you rest in your tomb For you'll not be truly dead yet Molded into their shell They breed a mindless army Fashioned in stupidity Feeing their control Thoughtless they continue this life People kept in line by the edge of a knife