Have you ever been
So bored you thought you might die?
Don't worry, you will.
The cacophonous cries of the children
Form a sort of chorus of cheers and jeers;
They fade as quickly as they came.
Song: Victims - Ardennes (
www.myspace.com/ardennesblackmetal)
They're coming for us,
They'll take us to the factory.
We'll lose our very essence;
Be faces with no real story.
Your cracks get filled in with plastic
Your head: drained of thought
Your spirit first was broken,
Or else you might've fought.
They'll pinch and pull and twist you up,
Make you the way they want.
Then they'll tell you that you're special,
Have something you should flaunt,
But you're not yourself at all,
You're just another carbon drone.
You try to find an identity,
But you can't have your own.
(instrumental bridge)
A sad victim of the factory
With nothing left to lose:
A pointless piece of plastic
That's worth less than it's own shoes.
You'll search your whole life,
but you'll never get it back
Try to form your own identity,
You'll be under constant attack.
Why?
You'll never know.
