Bassment Casual Contract
i have my freedom - it's of no consequence -
but nonetheless my freedom is my first defence
i feel it sliding away from me, it can't protect me from this twisted destiny
i falter in my stride i can't defy it, i can't deny
that i could keep doing this, i could stay here
and of all the things in life this is the one that fills me with fear
i have my freedom - it is my first defence -
but i keep on earning which is just common sense
in this position common sense is a commodity,
it's not innate, it's bought and sold like property
so i can sell mine at a mark-up on the market
while my senseless self goes on to reach my sales targets
i sold my soul to the devil, what can i say?
i sold my soul to the devil, but at least i get paid...
i had my freedom - it was my last defence -
but they broke it down slowly like they did with all the rest
and now it's too late for me to contemplate escaping
because it's only now, with open eyes, i see what's really happening
so now i falter in my stride i don't defy it, i don't deny
that i will keep doing this, i'll just stay here
and of everything in life this is the only thing i fear.