Slave Driver
Sold himself to the digital kingdom
Attention deficit to be paid in full
Trapped within a bondage of plastic
For the interest of his imperial rule
He’s a Slave Driver
a driver that’s enslaved…
Enslaved to the system everywhere he goes
Everywhere he turns somebody knows
Every time he thinks somewhere it shows
Everything he does somehow
the information flows…
He sold out to the material world
So all things that surround him, matter
Just a pawn, or a puppet ruled by its wire
Digital footprints walk on him like the latter
He’s a Slave Driver
a driver that’s enslaved…
Enslaved to the system everywhere he goes
Everywhere he turns somebody knows
Every time he thinks somewhere it shows
Everything he does somehow
the information flows…
He sold his soul for one he could program
Exchanged his skin for a travel I.D.
He did what he’d hate, if it weren’t his choice
Too blind to realize he’ll never be free
He’s a Slave Driver
a driver that’s enslaved…
Enslaved to the system everywhere he goes
Everywhere he turns somebody knows
Every time he thinks somewhere it shows
Everything he does somehow
the information flows…
He’s a Slave Driver…
© 2002, J. “Xakk” Marshall