The years are etched into your skin And so you weep For dreams forgotten
Crawling through life
You beg the master for his table scraps I’d rather be the master and eat until I’m full Bowing to none, I am delivered
Karma, fortune, destiny Foolish notions for the weak Your fate is yours to surpass Your foes are yours to destroy And so you rise
All this could be yours if you throw off your chains Free
But you’ve made your choice and you cannot change Add up all the reasons why slavery is safer Do your master’s bidding, answer to his call Be the faithful servant As you are destined to regret
Your fate is yours to surpass Your foes are yours to destroy
