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The buzzer rings and the herd trample in

performing mindless procedures day in day out

until forty hours has clocked off and you can take a few

short breaths

But they grow shorter every day, as the routine creates

mind decay

We all are the slaves

Working to consume

We all are the slaves

Working to consume all

Greedy corporate whores, they are the vampires

dressed up in suits and ties, blood sucking us dry

Just to make sure their profits are high

while we're grinding our fingers to the bone

We're only enhancing their comfort zones

We are only prawns in a sick, twisted society

Where 10% of the population owns 90% of the wealth

Do you work to live or live to work?

As technologies evolve, the workplace continues to grow

the machines that run our lives are in fact handcuffs in

disguise,

making day to day life easier to live

Yet we spend more time in these concrete walls

I will not be a workaholic whore

We all are the slaves

Working to consume

We all are the slaves

Working to consume all