Slaves For Hire

Sell your life for their coins, their papers and their lies    
     
Tell yourself the week is nearly over when climb into bed and die    
     
Sell your soul for a cheque    
     
Your hard earned life    
     
An hour for a couple bucks...    
     
Seems fair right?    
     
Building a pyramid we will never live long enough to rest in    
     
Breaking your back as the working class hero...    
     
This ball and chain keeping me captive to this horror show that only plays repeats of your least favorite B-movies      
     
Always ready to be replaced by the next worst season of "Friends"    
     
I am trapped    
     
Bound by that which I am forced to see and taste and touch    
     
Compelled by this meaningless reality to go on existing under the confines of a life built on our forefathers' lives    
     
Selling ourselves to "the man" like blind, impotent and retarded whores    
     
A slave for hire  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Written and posted by Andrew Kerklaan AKA A Nameless Traveler