A Protest Against Futility burned right through

Make me out to be what you need
Break the will and burn the deed
Gleam with pride and take up the lead
Because you suffer we must bleed
Strike the match and feed it to me
Burned right through for you to see
Sell me life with no guarantees
With nothing to lose we are free
No need to fight
There is no prize
You crave the night
It's in your eyes
They've got a stranglehold on everything we see
Take a seat and order up what you are to be