There is no dissension when lives have been broken
Enslaved and beaten
Lies have been spoken
Pure manipulation
Whatever soul was left has been erased
Only a machine remains
Beaten into submission
That's what it is to be slaved
I will not be defined, no longer stand in line
Your opposition
Stand in reflection
Pure abomination
Whatever soul was left has been erased
Only a machine remains
Beaten into submission
That's what it is to be slaved
Undisputed truth in repression
A paradigm of your aggression
Beaten down to believe
Beaten down to concede
Control is key to suppress me
Whatever soul was left has been erased
Only a machine remains
Beaten into submission
That's what it is to be slaved
Slave
Artist: Marcos Witt
Artist: Dead Poetic
Artist: Prince