| Roll forth the dice, the hourglass tipped
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| Conformity reigns, soon enough the hammer hits
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| Imagination crushed, where brilliance once thrived
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| Predictably they’ll serve, as worker bees beneath the hive
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| Assembly-line indoctrination
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| Like heads of cattle herded home
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| Some might call them pioneers
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| Reality would call them drones
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| Funneled out fast, from classroom to cancer
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| Disciples at play, so bland, yet so sincere
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| Pharmacy-fueled, cavorting as fake friends
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| Whittled down dull, to shallow, uncreative ends
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| Work, play and reproduction
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| The three pronged trident-spear
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| Impaling deep in wisdom’s head
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| How quickly youth can disappear
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| Atrophy as institution… dead
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| Siphon the lifeblood, extract the untapped
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| Children resolved to uninspired epitaphs
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| Follow their footsteps, vomit their concepts
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| Thrown out the front door, fed off to the waiting wolves
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| Refine their tunnel vision, the best is left unseen
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| Usher their role as ciphers, tin soldiers bound to the machine
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| Racing to the end…
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| Salivating tongues, lycanthropic scents
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| Detect their future pawns, managers and malcontents
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| Open doors shut, the canopy is caved
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| Servility enshrined, next stop: the open grave |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fed To The Wolves , by - Misery Index. Song from the album Heirs to Thievery, in the genre