Wiredslave
Why should we be neurotic slaves
Isn't it a fate disgrace
Decaying minds in rotten flesh
It's what we get, obssesed with an endless fate

A right to be lazy or die
I may suffer but I'm not living the lie
It might fall sooner or later
Wiredslave

The black you see is what we breath
Condemned to sunrise to sunset
Total distress we beg for more
Famine is natural state

A right to be lazy or die
I may suffer but I'm not living the lie
It might fall sooner or later
Wiredslave