The Briggs

Here is the face of common and unknown
Spends life shaving his fingers to the bone
High are the dreams, so loud the drone
Of those forgotten voices that carry him back home
Don't want your freedom
Don't want your peace
Just want the pleasure of being on my knees
A pound of flesh, bought and sold
It grows back, it's only bone
So who are you, just a fool?
The shortest straw is for you
Now don't you waste it
Trade his collar for your dime
Can't make the money, can't do the time
No longer good, innocent or evil
Don't cross the line and you'll remain equal
What is the price? Has he paid?
If that's the way it must be done
Then I don't want it
You don't bleed just like me
Does it suit your needs when I stop breathing?