Every day we wake up
In the same room
To have a day like yesterday
And so it will go on
Everything is scheduled
We obey the clock
We are all components
Of the big machine
That we call reality
Don't dare to demean
We are all components
Of the big machine
That we call reality
Don't dare to demean
We're all slaves
We're all slaves of the system
We think we have worth
But we are just existing
We're all slaves
Of the system
We think we have worth
But we are just existing
Marching in line to the grind like a slave
To the grave
Selling your soul for a price that's not fair
It's insane
We're all slaves
Of the system
We think we have worth
But we are just existing
We're all slaves
Of the system
We think we have worth
But we are just existing
Marching in line to the grind like a slave
To the grave
Selling your soul for a price that's not fair
It's insane
We obey the clock
Oh
Ah
Marching in line like a slave
Marching in line to the grave
Marching in line like a slave
Marching in line to the grave