Bred for the wheel...

Running like a dog far too long

Waiting for a chance to 'be'
Learning your lessons with pride then fall into line
Your class inclination is to work

Consume
And breed
You bury your dead where you eat

But never forget this world is finite

Work another day

Punch that clock
Watching your life pass by
Sucking all flesh from the bone

Your fruit all but rotten
A spectar comes haunting again as Babylon sleeps
Your enemies once were your friends

Your lovers
Your life... all dead


You are your own destroyer...

Hang the masters from the highest tree and let their dead eyes stare back at their children


... Is this how we want to live...?