Population Slave letra

Eyes fry unblinded, burned by visions far and true
Each soul is a vessel navigating towards a tomb
You set your metronome to the melody of endless stimulation
Grinding every nerve until you’re lost to all sensation

Speak no evil, speak no sense. Just make sure it rhymes
Then swell in tears that overflow
From the lies behind the eyes
Cold old man, house built on sand, your soul is sold under worth

No matter what size your coffer
All dues get paid to the dirt
What I am, I have to carry with me until the day I fall
All together, hand in hand, collecting just to give away

Population
Slave
Professed, you second guessed
Trapped inside the mainstream mass

Live and buy before the face of time
As his hands maintain his pace and pass
Never heed the bell that calls, like any emperor
You wilt until you fall

Life recycles through the ages as the pages turn
Like fields of grass that bloom to burn
Trapped inside a timeline, rising only to decay

Mindless, numb, and willing to succumb
To any hand, you bend and sway
Blend to the masses
Become the hive

New paint, same paradigm
Boxed and serialized
What I am, I have to carry with me until the day I fall
All together, hand in hand, collecting just to give away

Population
Slave
Population slave

OLD FOES - Letras

• Appetite
• Burn
• Fear Of
• Glass
• Great Big
• Lionheart
• Lullaby
• Population Slave
• Sunrise