No more imagination
There's a role to be played
Go to work and be milked
Like cattle everyday
Human stables hold the herd
Office stalls filled with stock
The system keeps you docile
By promising the weekend off
They seem to like it
The cattle waiting at the gate
Mutated and bred for their meat and their milk
Someone else has sealed their fate
Masses like asses
Our heads in the trough
We eat what we're given
Masses like asses
Waiting at the gate to be led to the slaughter

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