slaves humanity government existence nihilistic

Priceless, Worthless

People passing by
The streets full of infection
Are they conscious of their demise
Or do they live in deception

Living for no purpose
Except what we create
It seems like it won't hurt us
But we've made ourselves slaves

Keep walking a straight line
Do what you're told
Your reward is a mine
Full of priceless worthless gold

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