Slave Labor Lyrics

live like a slave
with no holidays
how many ways
can you count the days
but it feels so good to be gone
from my own kind

what's in a name
when propped on a grave

what good is a home
when nobody's home
yeah, it feels so good to be gone
from my own kind
yeah, it feels so good to be done
with my own mind
mindless, carry me home
mindless, carry me home
you haven't won anything yet
you listen to what we expect
looking for careful,
but looking for honest
excited and on time
with a universal mind
and i won't live like a slave
and i won't bury my name
i won't tell you my lies
i will run from my grave
mindless, carry me home
mindless, carry me home
cause it feels so good to be gone
yeah, it feels so good to be gone