Slave

Habits of the lemmings die hard

Patterns of obsession go far

Digging ditches so they never see the stars

Now all them lessons learned get buried in the yard

And ways of the weapon bombard

Building mountains of them body bags large

Rubbernecking while collision greet your car

And you may know your name but don't know who or what you are

You're a slave

You're a slave

You're a slave