I'm your slave and you're my master
You're the product that they're after
Farm bred slaves are manufactored
These cheap labor passive bastards
Have no idea they were captured
They live in fear of doom and rapture
Driven to consume advice of pastors
Religion is the device of masters
It's a tool to mold the minds of many
They want it all, you can't have any
Make the money and keep on spending
The cycle is never ending
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