A simple request to save my life
It turns into a complex food for thought
I'm chained up to the wall cuz I said too much
I wanted to be free from the iron touch
But now my sense of thought's fading
Slaves to machines
Slaves to machines
Slaves to machines
Slaves to machines
My words have turned to static noise and loss
The fingers that I wrote with, broken off
A new set of eyes that make me blind
In this metal coffin I stay confined
And now I turn into nobody
Slaves to machines
Slaves to machines
Slaves to machines
Slaves to machines
Telling lies for mass appeal
I would rather disappear
Words of "wisdom" get let loose
I would rather hang from a noose
Suits and ties are their disguise
Lay their hands upon your thighs
Slap your face if you misbehave
We don't wanna be a slave
Slaves to machines
Slaves to machines
Slaves to machines
Slaves to machines