Factory Line - Government Warning

13 years on the factory line

Gears for brains & no fucking spine

Given everything we didn’t need

Taught to bleed & taught to believe

In a preserve cooker

You’re told just how to think

They’ll tell you when to blink

I’m in a preserve cooker

And a chain is only as strong

As its weakest link

Like cattle to the chopping block

Soon as we’re old enough to talk

The weak will off themselves

By grade 9

The rest’ll be fine products

Of the factory line

I’ve scaled those wills just to fall back in

I’ve never had any fucking trouble with a life of sin

And I scrape the bottom of the barrel

I find myself, I wonder where I’ve been

My whole life

Call home & tell 'em I’m doing fine

Swept up in the bump & grind victimized

Deaf, dumb and blind