Genetic Slavery

Genetic Slavery

The world is a horrible place
With its horrible statues
Looking at us with its eyes,
Its horrible eyes.

There's anger and perplexion
On our musical faces,
There's a smirk behind a smile
Making us fear everything.

Graveyards and churches
In a morbid kind of grey,
They're still but alive,
Gazing down on us like preys.

Our hands in our pockets,
Hiding from ourselves,
It's the prehistoric and dogmatic
Fear of masturbating our souls.

I'm a slave of the world.
I'm a slave of the world.
I'm a slave of an illusion.
I'm a slave of my sex.
I'm a slave of my face.
I'm a slave of the world.
I'm a slave of the world.