Slave Labor

Live like a slave

With no holidays

How many ways

Did you count the days?

But it feels so good to be gone

From my own kind

What's in a name?

And 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

And I didn't want anything else

But listen to what we expect

Looking for careful

But looking for honest

Excited and on-time

With a universal mind

I won't live like a slave

And I won't bury my name

I won't tell you my lies

I won't run from my grave

Oh mindless, carry me home

Mindless, carry me home

Mindless, carry me home

'Cause it feels so good to be gone

Yeah, it feels so good to be gone