Goldwreck

I, oppose, the fact, that you, accept, whatever, comes your way
Without, a blink, you'll dress, the part, without, a doubt
You'll dip your head to the block

And wait your turn in line, to be drained by the throat
It all makes perfect sense, if they tell you so

You will sign the dotted line, and sign away your soul
You will give away your heart and mind, relinquish, control

You need to belong!
To feel your worth in gold
But you'll get your just reward
No matter, no matter, the price!