Songtext von Slave To The Machine

Back from the dead, this is the final calling Hands grip the throat of the system, against the grain No more waiting for a change Refuse to kneel, wallowing and choking on this force-fed sanity This is the final calling, feeding us apathy Bow down and serve your master, the new machine Fall into illusion Lost in this false reality White noise and confusion Enslaved to the new machine Beneath the haze, a spirit we should not contain This life the blood that flows within our veins Change; arise from your slumber Refuse to kneel, wallowing and choking on this force-fed sanity This is the final calling, feeding us apathy Bow down and serve your master, the new machine I refuse to bow down I refuse to bow down to this system The new machine's conquering Fused into our blood stream I refuse This is the final calling, feeding us apathy Bow down and serve your master, the new machine