SINGER: Fear Factory

SONG:Slave Labor

Machines are paper thin, and they're welded with ink
sealed inside a legal trap, so tight with a leak
a contract with the devil for a life of distain
seeping in the limelight at attention, slave!
I blame myself
God, help me pour this gas on me
i need to drown in flames to be free
help me pour this gas on me
help me pour this gas on me
God help me pour this gas on me [x4]
Chocking on the product for the mass to consume
the flocks of mindless sheep that have been corporately groomed
ignorance through apathy like drones in the hive
a slave on the trail, a willing conformed disguise
I blame myself
God, help me pour this gas on me
i need to drown in flames to be free
help me pour this gas on me
help me pour this gas on me
I sold my soul [x11]
God, help me pour this gas on me
i need to drown in flames to be free
help me pour this gas on me
help me pour, this gas on me
God help me pour this gas on me [x4]