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

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