Lifeless tools, standing in perfect lines
Ready to serve the "greater good"
Slaves to cause unknown, bearers of inhumanity
Fall in line - no complains accepted, stay low or get detected
Do or die - accept your fate, you got nowhere to hide
Disposable parts made of flesh and blood,
oiled up by hate and deceit
Owned by men in suits, soldiers of democracy
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
