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Labor, The EnslaverWhen summing up the existence of all humankind, there's simply one word that comes to mind, Labor. The Enslaver. A tractor beam to the grave, And you're all falling victim, living life as human slaves. You do what you're told. Your worth is bought, your worth is sold. Growing colder, and getting older each day. You do what you can to follow the plan and deplete your lifespan. But when it all comes down to it, it's all out of your hands. Curse these wretched ways! We're throwing our lives away, it's all a waste. Awoken from your slumber yet you still tread on. Though it's a new day, they'll find a new way to rely upon yourself. Your spawn. You're all just human pawns. Before you get the chance to think, you've lost and they've already won. You do what you're told. Your worth is bought. Your worth is sold. Growing colder, and getting older each day. You do what you can to follow the plan and deplete your lifespan. But when it all comes down to it, it's all out of your hands. Curse these wretched ways! We're throwing our lives away. it's all a waste. Curse this wretched place! We're throwing our lives away, it's all a waste. Curse this wretched place! There's never been a glimmer of hope for the human race. Now we've got all four limbs pinned against the wall. But they can't take away our pride, we must walk tall. Our hatred. They can't take it. Whether we run, walk or crawl. As brothers we must unite, all for one and one for all! You do what you're told. Your worth is bought, your worth is sold. Growing colder, and getting older each day. Curse these wretched ways! We're throwing our lives away, it's all a waste. |