Misery Index - Fed To The Wolves lyrics

Roll forth the dice, the hourgla** tipped Conformity reigns, soon enough the hammer hits Imagination crushed, where brilliance once thrived Predictably they'll serve, as worker bees beneath the hive Assembly-line indoctrination Like heads of cattle herded home Some might call them pioneers Reality would call them drones Funneled out fast, from cla**room to cancer Disciples at play, so bland, yet so sincere Pharmacy-fueled, cavorting as fake friends Whittled down dull, to shallow, uncreative ends Work, play and reproduction The three pronged trident-spear Impaling deep in wisdom's head How quickly youth can disappear Atrophy as institution...dead Siphon the lifeblood, extract the untapped Children resolved to uninspired epitaphs Follow their footsteps, vomit their concepts Thrown out the front door, fed off to the waiting wolves Refine their tunnel vision, the best is left unseen Usher their role as ciphers, tin soldiers bound to the machine Racing to the end... Salivating tongues, lycanthropic scents Detect their future pawns, managers and malcontents Open doors shut, the canopy is caved Servility enshrined, next stop: the open grave