Fog produced by repetitive motion As I'm blinded and stripped of emotion Is there no relief Is there no escape That's just the beauty of life they tell you from birth that you better comply
Break your backs for your right to eat Sell your youth for a hopeless dream Break your backs for your right to eat Sell your youth for a hopeless dream
There has to be a fucking better way My voice lost to the echoes of tragedy just stuck in the rat race cant look at myself in my own face The perfect life that was promised doesn't fucking exist for a rodent
I'd rather suffer every circle of hell Then lose the right to speak for myself Nothing of your own Worked down to the bone
Mental rot takes its hold As I break to fit the mould Pulling my teeth from my mouth I keep running but I can't get out
I can't get outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
