One step in front of me 
Eyes on the ground beneath 
Twenty feet beside, on beat 
Clockwork —  
But they can’t see.

You run, I run,  
Together blind 
Like mindless beasts, 
To our master’s wine, 
Slaughtered for his feast 
He claims—  
In honour of our faithful names

We forget, forgive, relive the days
In this gilded golden, glorious cage,
‘Cuz this is no exotic slavery,
No epics written of this tragedy
No laws of abolition, or humanity—  
A scam we look,
But refuse to see

So, we come, we go, we eat, we sleep
Till our sun goes down on this drudgery
Till our frail fingers refuse to feed
And we’re left thinking,
‘Remember me…’