Gridlocked are the roads that lead to the sewers Like rats attracted to faeces, reluctant I report for work Management demands their pound of flesh Physical scars to my body, the real injury is to my soul
Razors to my flesh, body still feels numb Self loathing soul, degrading me
Pouring salt in excoriated flesh Rational thoughts are now too late Premeditated Hate Hatred in me must now escape Load my shift is over Premeditated Hate – Die!!!
Stalking the office, killing indiscriminately Targets for my psychopathic mind Once the office bully now you are the hunted one Taking out my supervisor
High on blood, getting off on their fear Take their lives, one by one they will die Sardonic grin is wiped from your face Beg for life, torture the narcissist Bodies lay on the floor Stalking in my camouflage Silent, hearing for signs of life Hearing for fain signs of breath
Bloodstained contracts litter the floor Your service are null and void
Hearing a noise, making my move Loading of my weapon Slow reaction, hit by the police Going down in a hail of bullets
Every humiliation has now been avenged A cause worth dying for, the company in flames
Showing no remorse, blood soaked retribution Desperation brings violence, you created this monster
Management demands their pound of flesh, I have now given them my life Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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