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
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