Work Forced 歌词

The buzzer rings and the herd trample in performing mindless procedures day in day out until forty hours has clocked off and you can take a few short breaths But they grow shorter every day, as the routine creates mind decay We all are the slaves Working to consume We all are the slaves Working to consume all Greedy corporate whores, they are the vampires dressed up in suits and ties, blood sucking us dry Just to make sure their profits are high while we're grinding our fingers to the bone We're only enhancing their comfort zones We are only prawns in a sick, twisted society Where 10% of the population owns 90% of the wealth Do you work to live or live to work? As technologies evolve, the workplace continues to grow the machines that run our lives are in fact handcuffs in disguise, making day to day life easier to live Yet we spend more time in these concrete walls I will not be a workaholic whore We all are the slaves Working to consume We all are the slaves Working to consume all