Cradle to the grave

Brain-dead clone,do as you're told
Programmed at birth
"Chosen" fate unfolds
Production line-a processed race
Soul-less fuckin' robot
Expression-less face

Fall in line-follow the herd
Wear the chains of the slaves
Stay in line- believe their words
From the cradle to the grave

Can't you see you're all the same?
An empty space
Where there should be a brain!

Life mapped out
From your first breath
Repeat set patterns until your death
Destroying thought
Crushing your will
Reset your brain all hope is killed