Verse 1
A simple request to save my life
It turns into a complex food for thought
I’m chained up to the wall cuz I said too much
I wanted to be free from the iron touch

But now my sense of thought’s fading

Chorus
Slaves to machines
Slaves to machines
Slaves to machines
Slaves to machines

Verse 2
My words have turned to static noise and loss
The fingers that I wrote with, broken off
A new set of eyes that make me blind
In this metal coffin I stay confined

And now I turn into nobody

Chorus
Slaves to machines
Slaves to machines
Slaves to machines
Slaves to machines
Bridge
Telling lies for mass appeal
I would rather disappear
Words of “wisdom” get let loose
I would rather hang from a noose

Suits and ties are their disguise
Lay their hands upon your thighs
Slap your face if you misbehave
We don’t wanna be a slave

Chorus
Slaves to machines
Slaves to machines
Slaves to machines
Slaves to machines