Lyrics:

Your future is at stake
From the womb into the grave
Reduced to a number
Not considered a great loss
Merely a statistic
What matters is the cost


Produced for battle
You will be slain
High trained cattle
What price to pay
Do you feel alive?

Do you feel alive?

Liberation from the free of mind
Replacing them with your own kind
Malicious intent
No right to speak and serving blind
Enslavement to the daily grind
Malicious intent
Do you feel alive?

Do you feel alive?

Your future is at stake
From the womb into the grave
Reduced to a number
Not considered a great loss
Merely a statistic
Liberation from the free of mind
Replacing them with your own kind
Malicious intent
No right to speak and serving blind
Enslavement to the daily grind
You spend your life in mental binds
Malicious intent
Do you feel alive?

Do you feel alive?