Servants Of Progress

Bred for the wheel...
Running like a dog far too long
Waiting for a chance to 'be'
Learning your lessons with pride then fall into lineYour class inclination is to work
Consume
And breed
You bury your dead where you eatBut never forget this world is infinite
Work another day
Punch that clock
Watching your life pass bySucking all flesh from the bone
Your fruit all but rotten
A spectar comes haunting again as Babylon sleeps
Your enemies once were your friendsYour lovers
Your life... all dead
You are your own destroyer...
Hang the masters from the highest tree and let their dead eyes stare back atTheir children
... is this how we want to live...?