Slave Labor Songtext / Lyric

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

Sleeping 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

God help me pour this gas on me

God help me pour this gas on me

God help me pour this gas on me



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

(I sold my soul

(I sold my soul)

I sold my soul

(I sold my soul)

(I sold my soul)

(I sold my soul)

(I sold my soul)

(I sold my soul)

(I sold my soul)



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)

God help me pour this gas on me

God help me pour this gas on me

(Ohh God)

God help me pour this gas on me

God help me pour this gas on me

(Ohh God)

God help me pour this gas on me

God help me pour this gas on me

(Ohh God)

God help me pour this gas on me

God help me pour this gas on me