Led astray
you are destined for the grave
Decieved from birth,
like sheep led to the slaughter
Bowing down to your masters,
knowing not their origin
Carrying your weight,
trying to survive,
Thinking not much of,
what goes on behind the curtain
Slowly being poisoned, more and more
you weaken
And they continue to slither into your nests
preaching their message
In a constant state of fear you believe
what you hear
Looking for someone to save you from
yourselves
Bowing down to your masters,
who are but slaves to their fate.