Fear Factory Lyrics
1. Slave Labor
Machines are paper thin, and they're welded with ink Sealed inside a legal trap, so tight with a leak A contract with the devil for a life of distain Seeping in the limelight at attention, slave! I blame myself God, help me pour this gas on me I need to drown in flames to be free Help me pour this gas on me Help me pour this gas on me God help me pour this gas on me [x4] Chocking on the product for the mass to consume The flocks of mindless sheep that have been corporately groomed Ignorance through apathy like drones in the hive A slave on the trail, a willing conformed disguise I blame myself God, help me pour this gas on me I need to drown in flames to be free Help me pour this gas on me Help me pour this gas on me I sold my soul [x11] God, help me pour this gas on me I need to drown in flames to be free Help me pour this gas on me Help me pour, this gas on me God help me pour this gas on me [x4]
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