Slaves

Not much of control we have over it
Not much of a choice, could have avoided it

Lost from the start, ready or not, can't stop
Fell through the loop I'm still drowning in it

Building up this excitement momentarily
Skip a beat through the day you start feeling sick
Freedom of speech not freedom of reach
This new drug, bastards want to make some money off of it

Unseen from the common eye
Lost in thought feeling frail all the time
Absent from your own mind

Hope out of reach slaves to the rich
Slaves to our freedom plenty left to preach
Like a cancer, eating your insides
You hold the drug poisoning your own mind



Credits
Writer(s): Kin Corruption
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