No more imagination, there's a role to be played

Go to work and be milked like cattle everyday

Human stables hold the herd

Office stalls filled with stock

The system keeps you docile by promising the weekend off

They seem to like it, the cattle waiting at the gate

Mutated and bred for their meat and their milk

Someone else has sealed their fate

Masses like Asses

Our heads in the trough, we eat what we're given

Masses like Asses

Waiting at the gate to be led to the slaughter

Masses like Asses

Strapped flat to your back, ordered to dispatch

The goods of another in less time than you have

Stumble 'round weighted down, suffer at your own expense

For when you're worn down you will be dispensed with

Dulled by fumes and poisonous liquids

Your own demise is something to exalt in

Responding to the call of primal compulsion

You find yourself waking up drunk in some stranger's apartment

Shoved into suspicion

Masses like Asses

Our heads in the trough, we eat what we're given

Masses like Asses

Waiting at the gate to be led to the slaughter

Masses like Asses

Our heads in through, we eat what we're given

Masses like Asses

Waiting at the gate to be led to the slaughter

Are you a breeder?

Are you a leader?

Are you a breeder?

Are you a leader?