We are their animals grazing on their leftovers While they fatten us up so they can consume us Haven’t you realized you have no choice? Put simply, you have no voice You are being harvested like a grain Your life is most likely lived in vain With nothing to call your own but your thoughts The machine kills you, it keeps you alive How many more times before again you die?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
