We, The People

We the people are slaves To the masters we gave The power to take To make or to break us all We the people are drones Remote controlled and alone No freedom of thought They've bartered and bought us all We the people are chained To the system we made We pray on our knees For the messiah to free us all We the people are doomed We're dead and entombed We rot in our graves There's no one to save us all