What We DO

Down the slope, back up the hill

you’re just a cog in their mill

it’s not about how well you do

it’s knowing your place, you righteous fool

This is what they want from you

to make you think that you chose

This is how they grind you down

and build up this one horse town

The horse that died, because he tried

Old Boxer lives inside our minds

but do we know that we are him

it’s we who pay for Napoleon’s sins

The master lives without a mind