[Verse 1]
Innocent and incomplete
A cypher’s code for syntax’s needs
As synapse form and functions breathe
A mountain strains beneath our feet
[Chorus]
In servitude
Servitude
[Verse 2]
Withered skin wraps while we live
For each to grow dead products in
If code mutates or thoughts progress
A virus found through blood and sweat
[Chorus]
In servitude
Servitude