frittering my life like a slave, frivolous the blood i've shed.
same old story everyday...now n then....time n again

working for this company. suckin my blood i'm on the streets.
wondering bout so many things...what the fuck is wrong with me.

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what i say is now what i think n now what i do is not my way.

starnge is the feeling ....that got my head turned
look at the money you've so far burnt
your towers stand high in the air....
wait a sec. dude its not your day

"we're not satisfied" - lets earn more
"work force is a slave" - kill the whore
"grind the bastards" - what if they cry.....
ha..ha.. what a funny thing to say..

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