I'm enslaved by the weekdays
By their names Monday to Friday
I'm enslaved by the things we say
And everywhere I go a little secret

And I wish that you would come here
And tell me that we're all doing fine
And I wish that you would come here
And tell me that were not losing our minds

I'm enslaved by the living space
By the walls, roofs and the working place
I'm enslaved by the games we play
No matter what I do, I will still sell myself

And I wish that you would come here
And tell me that we're all doing fine
And I wish that you would come here
And tell me that were not losing our minds

I'm sure that we all gonna go
And I said that's what we ought to do
I'm sure that we all wanna change it all
That's why I'm coming to you
I'm sure that you all wanna know, know, know, know
I'm sure you all gonna go
I'm enslaved by the weekdays
By their names Monday and Friday
I'm enslaved by the words we say
Every little sentence turns me into a slave

And I wish that you would come here
And tell me that we're not dying here
And I wish that you would come here
And tell me that we're not dying

I'm a slave (x4)

I'm a slave (x4)

I'm a slave (x4)

I'm sure that we all gonna go
And I said that's what we ought to do
I'm sure that we all wanna change it all
That's why I'm coming to you
I'm sure that you all wanna know, know, know, know
I'm sure you all wanna know

I'm a slave (x4)

I'm a slave (x4)
Yeah, no
Yeah, no
Yeah, no