I can see the human assembly lines,
millions of heads are waiting for their bodies,
and as they wait the manuscripts that make a man:
are being pushed through their ears with frail mechanical fingers.

The heads are filled to the maximum capacity with regurgitated rhetoric.
The heads are fastened to their bodies.
They're now ready for the job market, they're ready for the meat market.
Whore yourself.

I can see the human assembly lines,
millions of heads are waiting for their bodies,
and as they wait the manuscripts that make a man:
are being pushed through their ears with frail mechanical fingers.

Whore yourself to save yourself.
Well this one here comes with pre-programmed emotions,
a face-value belief system, content with limited freedoms,
and a dependency on the dealership.
I can see the killing fields, ripe for the harvest, just like sheep to the slaughter.