The Never Latelys - Masters To The Slaves

In a time of mass migration, from rural lives to factory lines
Taylorism was in season, bringing time to timeless lives
Just-in time production, we had to sacrifice
From crop rotation seasons to fiscal quarterly lives

And what became of us, and what became of them
We're the masters to the slaves we've unknowingly become
Though we understand their reasons, Stockholm Syndrome has its price
You're a shadow of your true self, a facsimile of life

You could stoop down to their levels, look them straight in the eye
You can make a deal with the devil, try to psychoanalyse
And what were once their reasons have now become our lies
This is what we're left with, we can't just turn back time

And what became of us, and what became of them
We're the masters to the slaves we've unknowingly become
Though we understand their reasons, Stockholm Syndrome has its price
You're a shadow of your true self, a facsimile of life

And what became of us, and what became of them
We're the masters to the slaves we've unknowingly become
Though we understand their reasons, Stockholm Syndrome has its price
You're a shadow of your true self, a facsimile of life

Schadenfreude-based humour in your electronic mail
Selling sand to the Egyptians, employing economical truths
Breaking through that cold glass ceiling, climbing hypothetical heights
Attempting to find meaning in our plastic soulless lives

Written by:
Scott Donaldson

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