Farmed - Baptists

Whole days spent digging holes

Jagged edged shovels

Chipped on rock soil

Dirty everything

Blistered hands sweating

Mouth too dry to sing

This well’s been tapped

Poles sledged like stakes to vampire hearts

Cutting metal with metal

The day’s been parched

The more you sweat

The less sparks you’ll feel

The less you’ll care

The more money you’ll make

The less feelings remain

The more shit you’ll take

You’re farmed, you’re fucked

These days are long and I don’t work for you, I work for me

I’ll give what I got, but at day’s end, I’ll be free

You’ll take my time and I’ll take every cent that you will pay

This trench I’ve dug will separate both parts of my day