Whole days spent digging holes Jagged edged shovels Chipped on rock soil Dirty everything Blistered hands sweating Mouth too dry to sing This well's been tapped. Poles sledged like stakes to vampire hearts Cutting metal with metal The day's been parched The more you sweat The less sparks you'll feel The less you'll care The more money you'll make The less feelings remain The more shit you'll take You're farmed, you're fucked. These days are long and I don't work for you, I work for me I'll give what I got, but at day's end, I'll be free You'll take my time and I'll take every cent that you will pay This trench I've dug will separate both parts of my day.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
