How does it feel to be a fuckin’ slave,
to be a puppet of a sick society.
Controlled and hold between the lines.

Can’t you see, they steal your own view
and rape the face of your identity.
Nicely putting a chip on your shoulder.

Chorus:
Slaves of society,
live on your feet, not on your knees.
Slaves of society,
first they steal your mind and then your soul.
Your soul!!

Don’t you feel, you’ve been pushed?
Like a beast into the corner.
You want to run, but there’s no way out.
Grabbed by the fur, stabbed in the throat.
Your life meant shit, only to pleasure
the life of fuckin’ others.


Freedom of speech is what they proclaim,
but they control our right for freedom.

And terrorize
the resurrection.

We don’t own each other,
stand up and be heard.

Fuck your
political correct.

Chorus:
Slaves of society,
live on your feet, not on your knees.
Slaves of society,
first they steal your mind and then your soul.
Your soul!!

Don’t let them take you
and pull you down!!