Slave Labor

Live like a slave
With no holidays
How many ways
Do 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
So 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