They say labor, perpetually
For the sake of your existence
Just put a smile on
And pretend that it’s a privilege
That you live in a dream
Instead of in a prison
Where a veil over your eyes
Is the epitome of wisdom

And when you ask out
What is the meaning of life
All religions recite
"It is strife, it is strife"
It is blood sacrifice
At the end of a knife
Dreams buried deep
To let death suffice

So labor in vanity
Set your sights to the plough
Through blood, sweat and tears
May it silence your mouth
May you never object
May you never doubt
May you flow with the current
Of a mindless crowd

All following suit
All striving for stature
For titles that evaporate
Quicker than the rapture...