My, my, here come the fuzz.

Well, it's official. I went down to the lair of the hell beast today and received my TWIC card. What is better than a government-issued ID? Can I show it to a cop if I get pulled over?

At least I can continue to do my job for now. I can keep the card unless I commit a crime, become an illegal alien, go insane or someone decides I pose a terroristic threat.

The young lady who was helping me with the process this morning was so nice that I couldn't believe that she was doing the work of the Devil. I asked, "Do you know that you're working for the Devil?" She said, "I AM the Devil and I am here to do the Devil's work."

A little spooky, eh? At least she was honest. Do you think that more people will accept enslavement if they are being processed by young women instead of fat, old guys? Just something to think about.

slave screams!
he thinks he knows what he wants
slave screams!
thinks he has something to say
slave screams!
he hears but doesn't want to listen
slave screams!
he's being beat into submission

don't open your eyes you won't like what you see
the devils of truth steal the souls of the free
don't open your eyes take it from me
I have found
you can find
happiness in slavery

slave screams!
he spends his life learning conformity
slave screams!
he claims he has his own identity
slave screams!
he's going to cause the system to fall
slave screams!
but he's glad to be chained to that wall

don't open your eyes you won't like what you see
the blind have been blessed with security
don't open your eyes take it from me
I have found
you can find
happiness in slavery

I don't know what I am I don't know where I've been
human junk just words and so much skin
stick my hands through the cage of this endless routine
just some flesh caught in this big broken machine

Happiness in Slavery-Written by Trent Reznor