Genre: Death Metal/ Deathgrind

On your knees, look at yourself, a corporation cog with a head
No original thought, a product of things, that consume your will, and define your dreams

When you were young, you took on the world, remember how you'd laugh and sing?
You've replaced it all with an IRA, internet [bad word]  and a job you hate

Spectator on your own life
Watching and cheering goodbye
Sinking into endless night
Serving your slave design

Giving in without a fight
Passion resonates no more
goal that [bad word] in sight
Til they close the coffin door

Fenced-in yard, that screen on your wall, books on the shelf, you never have read,
Suburban right turns, amassing your wealth, a middle-class pawn, in love with himself

Lock the doors, set the alarm, another weekend, alone in your head
The kids are out [bad word]  the wife's in bed, pop a few pills to forget again

Spectator on your own life
Watching and cheering goodbye
Sinking into endless night
Serving your slave design

Giving in without a fight
Passion resonates no more
goal that [bad word] in sight
Til they close the coffin door

Inside your homemade prison, an average life lived and died [bad word] deftly followed
Boss' [bad word]  firmly kissed
Bound in by possessions
...And overpowering emptiness