Weak minded men whose names hold no weight Waiting for the powers that be to mold their fate False flagged freedom Pollute the minds of the frail Your 9 to 5 might as well be a jail Turn a blind eye to the hands in your pockets Guiding you like sheep while you do nothing to stop it Suburban slaves Suburban slaves to dead presidents Forced to be what's expected of me Just a face in the crowd Stripped of individuality Force fed bullshit from the day that we're born "It'll all be okay" "Just live to fight another day" Won't sit back and do as I'm told Gotta fight for me and mine in a world this cold Forced to be what's expected of me Won't be a slave to society