Quicksand - Ancst

You have died a social death

Lost in tradition, rearranged

You have become the instrument of a system you once despised

You know the answers, stop asking questions

All you longed for, it can’t be this

You have given in

Make the final cut

Drifting into nothingness, kept entertained for a purpose

We are born to fit your grid

No freedom of choice, no autonomy

We’re waging war armed only with our workforce

Human cattle, blinded by our ignorance

Torrents of exploitation, an ailing society

Capable of so much, but we can’t get rid of slavery?

Human life, reduced to time and force

Beneath our skin and bones, we are nothing

All your life, you have obeyed

All this wasted time, you can’t buy it back

Wake up and rise again