Life's Slave
12 January 2004
12:35 A.M.

Grasped by the hand and led through life
Land right in the middle of troubles and strife
Long to live life in my own, unique way
But have my dreams shot down, day by day

I'd like to look them all in the eyes, say 'Fuck you'
But in a 'proper society', that's not what you do
You grow up learning 'proper' ways to behave
How to become life's obedient slave

I'm sick of it, sick of all the fucking lies
I'm sick of how each day more of my spirit dies
I'm sick of being told 'Do this, do that'
I'm sick of being told I'm too skinny, or too fat

Society's high standards, it's all bullshit
I'd like to throw in the towel, just give up and quit
Why should I be told how to live my dreams
By someone who's life is falling apart at the seams

I'd like to look them all in the eyes, say 'Fuck you'
But in a 'proper society', that's not what you do.
All through my life, they teach me the 'proper' way to behave
And how to grow up as life's perfect, obedient slave