Slave Labor
Fear Factory Lyrics


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My chains are paper thin, and they're welded with ink
Sealed inside a legal trap, so tight with a leak
A contract with the devil for a life of disdain
Seeping in the limelight at attention, slave!

I blame myself

God, help me pour this gas on me
I need to drown in flames to be free
Help me pour this gas on me
Help me pour this gas on me

God help me pour this gas on me [Repeat x4]

Chocking on the product for the mass to consume
The flocks of mindless sheep that have been corporately groomed
Ignorance through apathy like drones in the hive
A slave on the trail, a willing conformed disguise

I blame myself

God, help me pour this gas on me
I need to drown in flames to be free
Help me pour this gas on me
Help me pour this gas on me

[Repeat x11]
I sold my soul

God, help me pour this gas on me
I need to drown in flames to be free
Help me pour this gas on me
Help me pour, this gas on me





[Repeat x4]
God help me pour this gas on me

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Fear Factory's song "Slave Labor" describe the feeling of being trapped in a corporate world that seems to stifle personal growth and freedom. The chains are thin and made of paper, yet they are welded with ink, suggesting that legal agreements and contracts are binding and difficult to escape. The language of being "sealed inside a legal trap" reinforces this idea further. The life of disdain being referred to is potentially the feeling of being trapped in a cycle of working to live, and living to work, in a profession or industry that is unfulfilling or doesn't allow for creativity or independence.


The refrain "God, help me pour this gas on me, I need to drown in flames to be free" suggests that not only is the singer unable to escape their current situation, but feels they must destroy everything in order to find themselves again. The command for help comes not to any human entity, but instead to God, meaning that the feeling of being trapped is so intense that only a higher power can save them. The repeated line with the reference to drowning in flames also suggests that the singer wants to become engulfed in their own passion or creativity, despite it potentially being destructive.


The next stanza suggests that people have become too accustomed to consuming without questioning or examining the source material. The "mindless sheep" are a metaphor for people who have been mindlessly groomed and manipulated by corporations, leading to a lack of empathy and independent thought. The final line of "a willing conformed disguise" suggests that society values people who fit into a mold, rather than those who exist outside of it.


Line by Line Meaning

My chains are paper thin, and they're welded with ink
Even though my chains are flimsy, they are bound by a contract that is as solid as ink.


Sealed inside a legal trap, so tight with a leak
I am trapped inside a legal system so air-tight that there seems to be no way out.


A contract with the devil for a life of disdain
In my pursuit of a better life, I made a deal that has turned out to be disastrous.


Seeping in the limelight at attention, slave!
Despite the fame and attention, I have to bend to the will of others and act like a slave.


I blame myself
I alone am responsible for this predicament.


God, help me pour this gas on me
I need to start afresh, and the only way to do that is to start with a clean slate by destroying everything I have built so far.


I need to drown in flames to be free
I need to completely start anew and create something, even if it means sacrificing everything I have or being reduced to ashes.


Chocking on the product for the mass to consume
The quality of my work is deteriorating as I continue to pander to the masses with their unquenchable thirst for more.


The flocks of mindless sheep that have been corporately groomed
People are being brainwashed and groomed to think and act in a certain way that is suitable for corporate agendas.


Ignorance through apathy like drones in the hive
People have become so indifferent and complacent in their thoughts and actions that they resemble mindless drones in a hive.


A slave on the trail, a willing conformist's disguise
Despite having the illusion of freedom, I am still a slave to societal and corporate norms, hiding behind the mask of conformity.


I sold my soul
I gave up everything for a chance at success and now regret the price I have paid for it.


God help me pour, this gas on me
I am desperate for a fresh start and will stop at nothing, even if it means self-destruction.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BURTON C. BELL, CHRISTIAN OLDE WOLBERS, RAYMOND HERRERA

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Comments from YouTube:

@Riffhunter84

This song is a MASTERPIECE

@king0fsaiyanz18

2022 and I'm still banging my head to this song! Also I hope you're doing well

@tommyjacksonjr3145

Well it's 2023 now so.... I'm here...


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Damn the bottom dropped out of the metal bucket. Literally.... Fudge! 🤘

@joshuabaldwin8751

Totally agree with Riffhunter..... nuff said 🤘🤘🤘🤘

@timrowe9002

This album is a masterpiece

@Mechimmortal

This song hits so fuckin hard, it's a shame the band doesn't acknowledge its existence.

@karnagefails333

We do. And it still fucking kicks ass

@RC-hv1yx

Does anybody know why? I noticed this whole record isn’t on Spotify. It’s like one of my favorite metal albums of all time too.

@jaymzhetfield6001

@R C Dino didn't write it, but I thought he now ha rights to any and everything that's FF.

@davec3901

Well if Dino owns the rights to this he probably has raw feelings about it. It's a cool tune though.

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