Like cattle to the slaughter
The people all around, minding their business
The mindless masses moving
On the streets, when the lights turn to green
All our lives could be erased
Any moment on their whim
For they'll let us fight
On one of their crusades
And die in their name
Yet we continue to move
Between their glorious buildings
Minding our own business
Without even wondering what that means
What is our business?
We go to our works to get paid, we go home
To care for our children
Who will be forced to live as products
Just like us
The only way to create a future,
Is to cry out and be who we are
Not who they want us to be!
Let our children live in a place we fought for
We died for
Not in the place we walk in right now,
For this place will be our doom...
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