Their twisted fingers run through your head
They try to tell you how you should live
We've been made into molding clay
They tell us what to do think and say
Don't ya' know that we're just meat machines
Designed to keep the wheels turning and the gears clean
We have no real value other than to consume
To grab all we can before we wind up in our tombs yeah
It seems we've lost the will to fight
Given up control of our minds
The radio and TV screens
Tell you what you think you should need
Don't ya' know that we're just meat machines
Designed to keep the wheels turning and the gears clean
We have no real value other than to consume
To grab all we can before we wind up on our tombs yeah
They bring you down
So you can pay them
To pick you up