Longshot single filed away, slaves in another wake
Oh to see their eyes on this beautiful dying day
As they pray, all their distinctions won't mean a thing tomorrow
Single filed away
No precious peace or keepsakes
Defacing beings for profit
Out they're wondering
Half of them forgotten to dismay
In the wake, little did they know that the rug swept from underneath
Was placed, in digital order paid by bodies rendered hollow
All in a days work, data in the vapors
File them in then kill them by the ten
Don't get caught like sheep headed to the slaughter