Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Minimum Slave, artist - Graves at Sea. Album song The Curse That Is, in the genre
Date of issue: 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 |