Cattle Market

Battery-powered plastic workers shut their eyes in velvet boxes.
They blindly follow orders for the better good or so they say.

The world is one big cattle market -
A can of worms washed up by the sea to be opened.
One day society will grind right to a halt and
I will have a royal flush to play.

The fat controller calls the shots with no complaints because he controls your job.
In that same old grey suit and same old tie he ties you to the rack of life.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me.
I'm to blame, it's all my fault. Please forgive me.