It's not a choice that you can make
It's not a bind that bends or breaks
An ancient institution
Worldwide illusion
And when you think you live the dream
Behind the wall of every fantasy
There is a force that drives you
The killer inside you
Slave from the minute you wake up
Slave every second that you can't make the cut
Slave to the name that defines you
Slave to the claim that keeps denying you
Slave to the power that you seek
Slave to the grave that sets you free
And so you go the back road
And you resist to every rule you're told
And you submit to no one
You're nobody's minion.
And then you claim the top floor
And you take everything you want and more
And in you're vast delusion
Fear and confusion
Slave to the pressure you hold down
Slave to the pleasures that you can't live without
Slave to the people that please you
Slave to your enemies that deceive you
Slave to the power that you keep
Slave to the grave that sets you free.
It's enough to make you mentally ill
Still you shove it down your skull
Slave to the cage that confines you
Slave to the rage that deep resides in you
Slave to the beauty that fills you
Slave to the body that claims and kills you
Slave to relentless desire
Slave to the grave that sets you free
And when you walk the golden line
And when you stalk the one who gives you life
And in your holy mission
To save and forgive them
Slave to the favors that feed you
Slave to the savior that won't redeem you
Slave to the shame that converts you
Slave to the flames forever burning you
Slave to the fate that'll find you
Slave to the hate that bars and blinds you
Slave to the one that you don't see
Slave to the grave that sets you free