Lyrics Minimum Slave - Graves at Sea

Minimum Slave - Graves at Sea
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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

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