Too young to die, too old to live Desorientation and disbelief With arms and legs but handicapped Good working brain but mind is trapped
Now prepare for the army Or other form of slavory Your life doesn't seem to be plummy It's not so costly for them as ivory
Consider government as guide Which help you choose the correct side You have instruction, you stopped to think You don't move and now you sink
We are just sources for somebody's purposes We're just food for powder in some big processes I hate, I hate the state of affairs That smashs me down, that's fucking scares