Bred for the wheel...
Running like a dog far too long
Waiting for a chance to 'be'
Learning your lessons with pride then fall into line

Your class inclination is to work
And breed
You bury your dead where you eat

But never forget this world is infinite
Work another day
Punch that clock
Watching your life pass by

Sucking all flesh from the bone
Your fruit all but rotten
A spectar comes haunting again as Babylon sleeps
Your enemies once were your friends

Your lovers
Your life... all dead
You are your own destroyer...
Hang the masters from the highest tree and let their dead eyes stare back at

Their children
... is this how we want to live...?

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Servants of Progress Lyrics as written by John Cristopher Voyles Jason Bennett Netherton

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    General Commentalright.. misery index is absolutely kickass. this album, "retaliate", was probably my favorite metal album of 2003. Every single song on it is insanely good and heavy. jason netherton is my fucking hero. this song, obviously, is about the working class. regular people are brought up and raised just to work. the work they do consumes them and takes over their lives until they have absolutely nothing left... and then they die.
    metalhead fcon January 14, 2005   Link

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