Waiting in line Like puppets on a stage We are all conformed / into the same Locked in a box and put on display Look at me now We teach our kids you are what you own Appearance is everything / what of our souls?
We are slaves Quietly following Mindless drones We march because we must
Trapped in this superficial world We praise ourselves Refuse to see These chains of vanity
Like zombies we're drawn To new shiny things We cannot resist / hoarding it all We bury ourselves With piles of our toys Slowly to rot in all of this junk We're slaves to this world We cannot escape So greedy and lusting for power and things Holding our ears And closing our eyes Never to question / Our place in this scheme
We are so lost Where do we go from here Trapped in this cage Of profits and vanity
We are slaves Quietly following Mindless drones We march because we must