They give us numbers, never names
They call us assets never people
We live but we are not even life
So 6943 it is time for you to leave
Time for you to leave for work
And then they took the wild in me
And tried to make me somehow tame
They stole my dreams, of being
Something more than just alive
I wrote the archives, but I am more
Employed as their clerk
I can keep their secrets
This world sorrows the flesh
And the reward is stolen breath
I long to be more than a number
But this life will just end in death
