The Game

Welcome to the world
Footprints on a page
Confused corporate identity
Assigned a number to your name

Silence implies consent
Your lifeblood on the table
Enslaved by your bastard parent
To keep the house of cards stable

Indoctrinated
Educated
All to think the same
Depressed
Oppressed
You give into the game

Living for today
Not on the hope of tomorrow
The bastard parent profits
Off of your sorrow

Waging bets on your mortality
That’s the reality
You are a commodity, a derivative
A lucrative experiment
A pawn they like to play

Indoctrinated
Educated
All to think the same
Depressed
Oppressed
Just a pawn in the game