Tempest by Graves At Sea Lyrics

Slaves, work inside
Catacombs, filled by the masses
Static forms, shapes of their lives
Analysis, of every word
Surveillance, pollutes the lines
Drones, gather to serve
Dead, like the eyes of a herd
March single file
Lines called providing orders
Lie down to receive your mark
Embrace the weight stored on your thorax
March single file
Visions, the eyе sees everything
Sheltеr, the glass is glistening
Prisons, encampments barred inside
The walls
Repeat, experiments designed
To amuse those outside
Catalogued and classified
Sort to profile
Objectives compromised
Motives have changed
Birth
Inside this prison
Condemned to this fate
Fates the creation, of existence
Control the demise, drones wear our faces
Embrace the weight stored on our shoulders
Eyes glossed over lifeless and void
Integration, with no hopes of communion
Dismal Statistics, line the charts of technicians