I am a slave,
I'm digging my grave,
I just want to save,
My mind.

The men with the steal,
Is writing the bill,
And screening until,
I'm blind.

Everybody's in stress,
Need more and do less,
So please wont you press,
Rewind.

Escape from the cage,
Of nylonish rage,
Jump on to the stage,
And find,
The Plastic Mage.

He that poisons our food,
Changes our mood,
That gives us the guns,
Shadows the sun,
Keeps good health in small jars,
Drives in our cars.
He donates the aid,
But we pay for the aids,
Shortens the years,
Enlarges the fears,
Sells in the mall,
Makes us feel small,
Smokes all the air,
Kills all the bears,
Keeps us updated,
But never related,
Turns music to cash,
And art into trash,
Helps us grow older,
From the feet to the shoulder,
Then sells us in bags,
With little price tags,
And our hearts he delivers,
To the bottom of the river,
Cause from what I am told,
It cannot be sold,
For even one peace of gold.

I'm only a slave,
I'm not very brave,
I'm going to cave,
in line.