Return to Dust

For out of the ground we were taken, for the dust we are And to the dust we shall return Chattle on the truck Happy and clueless as fuck Sprinting towards our demise If we don't rise up we'll all die Sick of me saying it? Then do your research Don't let them mark you for the truck Wake up Daily I see we are just Grinding our minds into dust Looking for ways to escape Do you plan to control your fate? Time is nigh Clock is running, pushing, purging While you're killing, hurting Least of these we're never loving Drained our brains Of all common sense No forgiveness, never googled how to repent It's never been for them It's always been for you Can't you see it's all So methodical We're the prodigal sons But we don't have a clue But we don't have a clue But we don't have a clue Daily I see we are just Grinding our minds into dust Looking for ways to escape Do you plan to control your fate? Daily I see we are just Grinding our minds into dust Looking for ways to escape Do you plan to control your fate? Or have you given up? We've given up Sure as God's vengeance, they're coming When the time comes And it's your head on the chopping block Will you succumb to the wills of man? Or die with your life in hand?