What's the point of all this
What's the point of all this
Its like we're all mice inside a maze looking for the door that leads us out the cage
No rights, no service
We're all the new age of servants
No help, no purpose
We are the mother fucking subjects to their broken laws
Making everyone's purpose fucking flawed
And they don't give a fuck about you
You're nothing more to them than a drop in a bucket
That they'd pour on a fire that they start and feed
Then keep you in your house like a prisoner with bars
You can't see (can you feel it now)
You can't see (can you feel it now)
You can't see
Oh say can you feel all of the poison coursing through your veins
Have some revelations of what's to be?
That's the point of all this
Oh that's the point of all this