Harvest - Dropdead

Your slavery is the burden

That you choose to undertake

Accepting free the shackles

By the future you forsake

Kept inside your prison

By the masters that you keep

Your freedom is illusion

That you follow just like sheep

Your misery, conclusion

From the seeds sown in your keep

A life of subjugation

Is the harvest that your reap

But freedom is a garden

That we can choose to tend

Fertile grounds for change

Where the fruit of hope begins

A place where all can feed

In the field of lasting peace

Envision one of the masses

And the glory to the feast