The Market
Adam Cory Snyder
[Verse 1]
Flesh and bone, the currency
Souls of mortal men
Bought and sold in the market
Bonds they'll put you in
[Chorus]
A hot iron searing the soul
Like lambs to the knife
Marked, bought, and paid for
Tagged and put in line
[Verse 2]
One by one, they walk ahead
Slaughterhouse awaits
The masses moving clueless
Toward their butchered fate
[Chorus]
Don’t take your soul to market
No matter what is gained
'Cause there is no escape
From bondage and from chains