I am sick and tired and my money's always spent, and though their jobs are killing me, thier money pays my rent. The fuel of world hate, although it's just a seed, but when it grows and flowers, it becomes the world's greed! money for the rich, money for the fed, god supplies the money and god supplies the dead! And when yer dead and ready, "exploited" be thy name, 'cuase after you have money things are never quite the same! I don't care for money, and money's not for me, the money fueled this empire and our racist history. Although I'm forced to use it, the rules have all been set. But life is not worth living when yer soul is in debt
I can never recall What it was I had ever to strive for? As a youth, was it just to exist autonomously? No, we don't wanna work We just wanna fuck, swallow pills, and forget our cursesNo, we don't need pigs like you We follow the laws of our emptying veins In this world of nothing for me I'd be sooner destroyedWe're all animals here Flesh and blood, bone and dream We're just impulses here Just another piece of shit in the storm
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