Slave

It's not a choice that you can make It's not a bind that bends or breaks An ancient institution Worldwide illusion And when you think you live the dream Behind the wall of every fantasy There is a force that drives you The killer inside you Slave from the minute you wake up Slave every second that you can't make the cut Slave to the name that defines you Slave to the claim that keeps denying you Slave to the power that you seek Slave to the grave that sets you free And so you go the back road And you resist to every rule you're told And you submit to no one You're nobody's minion. And then you claim the top floor And you take everything you want and more And in you're vast delusion Fear and confusion Slave to the pressure you hold down Slave to the pleasures that you can't live without Slave to the people that please you Slave to your enemies that deceive you Slave to the power that you keep Slave to the grave that sets you free. It's enough to make you mentally ill Still you shove it down your skull Slave to the cage that confines you Slave to the rage that deep resides in you Slave to the beauty that fills you Slave to the body that claims and kills you Slave to relentless desire Slave to the grave that sets you free And when you walk the golden line And when you stalk the one who gives you life And in your holy mission To save and forgive them Slave to the favors that feed you Slave to the savior that won't redeem you Slave to the shame that converts you Slave to the flames forever burning you Slave to the fate that'll find you Slave to the hate that bars and blinds you Slave to the one that you don't see Slave to the grave that sets you free