I've joined the ranks of many now

Fed into the system

Now I feed the dragon and the dragon's feeding me

They tell you tales of kings and queens and devils in the details

Victims and the chosen ones and Jesus wannabes

Jesus wannabes

They make us do things

They want to rule us

And keep us wanting nothing more

I don't want my memory hammered in some tombstone

Weathered by a dust storm

Wishing it would rain

Wishing it would rain

But they would bleed these rivers dry all across this desert land

Where there's a cactus blooms at night you can't touch with your hands

You can't touch with your hands

They make us do things

They want to rule us

And keep us wanting nothing more

Corporates and politicians running gates on everything

Running gates on everything not even the kings and queens

Rule that marketplace

Rule that marketplace

They put up walls around their houses

Make it look like us and them

Watch it from their living rooms and run the human race

They make us do things

They want to rule us

And keep us wanting something more

Make you want to tell somebody

Tell 'em when you dance and sing

Tell em when the light turns green you do not hesitate

You do not hesitate

How much yellow 'fore the red starts

How much orange between the lines

How much will they take from us to make us money blind

To make us money blind

They make us do things

They want to rule us

And keep us wanting nothing more

Nothing more

Nothing more