Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Minimum Slave , by - Graves at Sea. Song from the album The Curse That Is, in the genre Release date: 31.03.2016
Record label: Relapse
Song language: English
Minimum Slave |
| Conscious, a slave to the clock |
| Bar codes, lock down the machine |
| Finger prints stripped, and left at the door |
| Devour the fruit, and discard the core |
| Begging for scraps, and learn how to sit |
| Who demands for it anyway? |
| Programmed, return to the hive |
| The only exit’s when you’re eaten alive |
| Don’t forget at the end of the day |
| You’re not cared for anyway |
| Broken hopes, a sign of success |
| Metal walls designed to suppress |
| Graft the soul to the hand that feeds |
| Callousd skin, a sign of production |
| Collective purpose, xpanding the cell |
| Metal walls, encasing this hell |
| The scent, of fumes, sickens me |
| Shackled ankles never to be free |
| White lights, replace, the sky |
| Uniformed and waiting to die |
| Oppressed, breathing despair |
| Suffocate, deficient of truth |
| Pressure, those who keep busy |
| Emaciate, positions down low |
| Tendered, just enough to survive |
| Taxing, on body and mind |
| Failure, to keep up the pace |
| Promises to repair the failing body |
| Expendable, discard and replace |
| Abandoned, in a useless state |
| Decimation, in its wake |
| Gears turn, lumbering forward |
| Alive, while in a grave |
| Salt, the earth, oil the machine |
| Castrate, for display, save the best cuts for last |
| Conserve, the breath, stay alive |
| Morals, tarnished, the ladder points up |
| The weights, too strong, gravity pulls down |
| Wings clipped, eyes shut, purgatory |
| Awake, in regret, beg for release |
| A noose, is the gate, leading out |