Napalm Death
Awake (To a Life of Misery)
“We are their cattle. We are being bred for slavery”

Thought trained to succeed
From here on the pain begins
We're maggots, cast in the sea of struggle
Bait for the big fish

Crawl, forever crawling
Faith holds no answers
Ravenous, they greedily suck away your will to even argue

A belief in something better
Downtrodden hopes still linger
Faces bear the same shallow fear of forgotten prosperity

Powers change
The promise of reward
Declarations false and injust
Tame insecurity
A dreamlike notion that life eases by
Cushioning the blow of impending reality
Aimlessness is flogging us - awake!