Slave Labor — Fear Factory

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]