Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fed To The Wolves, artist - Misery Index. Album song Heirs to Thievery, in the genre Date of issue: 10.05.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Relapse
Song language: English
Fed To The Wolves |
| Roll forth the dice, the hourglass tipped |
| Conformity reigns, soon enough the hammer hits |
| Imagination crushed, where brilliance once thrived |
| Predictably they’ll serve, as worker bees beneath the hive |
| Assembly-line indoctrination |
| Like heads of cattle herded home |
| Some might call them pioneers |
| Reality would call them drones |
| Funneled out fast, from classroom to cancer |
| Disciples at play, so bland, yet so sincere |
| Pharmacy-fueled, cavorting as fake friends |
| Whittled down dull, to shallow, uncreative ends |
| Work, play and reproduction |
| The three pronged trident-spear |
| Impaling deep in wisdom’s head |
| How quickly youth can disappear |
| Atrophy as institution… dead |
| Siphon the lifeblood, extract the untapped |
| Children resolved to uninspired epitaphs |
| Follow their footsteps, vomit their concepts |
| Thrown out the front door, fed off to the waiting wolves |
| Refine their tunnel vision, the best is left unseen |
| Usher their role as ciphers, tin soldiers bound to the machine |
| Racing to the end… |
| Salivating tongues, lycanthropic scents |
| Detect their future pawns, managers and malcontents |
| Open doors shut, the canopy is caved |
| Servility enshrined, next stop: the open grave |