take in what they tell you to
i spit to spit they spew to spew
my aura draws - you follow suit
finks in packs and bred in twos
peasant thoughts and peasant dreams
you were born to bow to me
there comes a time to test yourself
when you live a coward that is how you die
continuously slowed down by our perception of ourselves
but in a world of servants and liars and spies