Paroles de Cradle To The Grave

Brain-dead clone,do as you're told Programmed at birth "Chosen" fate unfolds Production line-a processed race Soul-less fuckin' robot Expression-less face Fall in line-follow the herd Wear the chains of the slaves Stay in line- believe their words From the cradle to the grave Can't you see you're all the same? An empty space Where there should be a brain! Life mapped out From your first breath Repeat set patterns until your death Destroying thought Crushing your will Reset your brain all hope is killed