'For out of the ground we were taken, for the dust we are
And to the dust we shall return'
Chattle on the truck
Happy and clueless as f*ck
Sprinting towards our demise
If we don't rise up we'll all die
Sick of me saying it?
Then do your research
Don't let them mark you for the truck
Wake up
Daily I see we are just
Grinding our minds into dust
Looking for ways to escape
Do you plan to control your fate?
Time is nigh
Clock is running, pushing, purging
While you're killing, hurting
Least of these we're never loving
Drained our brains
Of all common sense
No forgiveness, never googled how to repent
It's never been for them
It's always been for you
Can't you see it's all
So methodical
We're the prodigal sons
But we don't have a clue
But we don't have a clue
But we don't have a clue
Daily I see we are just
Grinding our minds into dust
Looking for ways to escape
Do you plan to control your fate?
Daily I see we are just
Grinding our minds into dust
Looking for ways to escape
Do you plan to control your fate?
Or have you given up?
We've given up
'Sure as God's vengeance, they're coming'
When the time comes
And it's your head on the chopping block
Will you succumb to the wills of man?
Or die with your life in hand?