Fighting our way to make ends meet The cycle of labor has got us beat A coward at best, an "authority" When his profit's to gain we lose morality
The material desires on which we rely Their hollow worth we hold so high The pressure to conceal our flaws We fight a war against the odds I want
I'm bred to taste a meal of pain The products of the innocents slain When corporate hands define my needs I don't ask why, I feel their greed BRAINWASHED
Looking back at what I see All the faces that ?ve seen Come and go, make a dent But never valued what this meant We can make more It's up to us
We can't change the past The way the things used to be We've got to live for now Free ourselves from tendencies You and I see eye to eye We share
