Old Foes - Population Slave

Eyes fry unblinded burned by visions far and true
Each soul is a vessel navigating towards a tomb
You set your metronome to the melody of endless stimulation
Grinding every nerve until you're lost to all sensation
Speak no evil speak no sense just make sure it rhymes
Then swell in tears that overflow from the lies behind the eyes
Cold old man house built on sand your soul is sold under worth
No matter what size your coffer all dues get paid to the dirt
What I am I have to carry with me
Til the day I fall
All together hand in hand collecting
Just to give away
Population
Slave
Professed you second guessed
Trapped inside the mainstream mass
Live and buy before the face of Time
As his hands maintain his pace and pass
Never heed the bell that calls
Like any emperor you wilt until you fall
Life recycles through the ages as the pages turn
Like fields of grass that bloom to burn
Trapped inside a timeline rising only to decay
Mindless numb and willing to succumb
To every hand you bend and sway
Blend into the masses
Become the hive
New paint same paradigm
Boxed and serialized
What I am I have to carry with me
Til the day I fall
All together hand in hand collecting
Just to give away
Population
Slave
Population slave

Written by:
Kyle Rigsby

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