Slave to Society

Weak minded men whose names hold no weight
Waiting for the powers that be to mold their fate
False flagged freedom
Pollute the minds of the frail
Your 9 to 5 might as well be a jail
Turn a blind eye to the hands in your pockets
Guiding you like sheep while you do nothing to stop it

Suburban slaves
Suburban slaves to dead presidents
Forced to be what's expected of me
Just a face in the crowd
Stripped of individuality

Force fed bullshit from the day that we're born
"It'll all be okay"
"Just live to fight another day"
Won't sit back and do as I'm told
Gotta fight for me and mine in a world this cold

Forced to be what's expected of me
Won't be a slave to society