[Music: Chris Lykins, Brian Zimmerman]
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[Lyrics: Chris Lykins]
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Work your ass off every day
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Nothing do you own
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Sold your soul to the system
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Another fucking clone
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Never ask for nothing
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Yet you gave and gave
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Now you're trapped
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Ambitions shattered
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Another mindless slave
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[Chorus:]
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You never asked for anything
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And that's exactly what you got
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They never cared for you
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They're glad to see you rot
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Nothing's really yours
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It's only mortgages and leases
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When you die
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Then you rest in pieces
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Line their pockets with your labor
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You go home in debt
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Your children die from malnutrition
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Your bosses never wept
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They justify the life you lead
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A life that's full of pain
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You were born to serve your master
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Your caste revealed by name
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[Repeat chorus]
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[Solo: Rick]
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Sick of their oppression
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You come to take what's your
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Rip their hearts from their body's
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Their blood pools on the floor
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A smile plays across your lips
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Their life breath slowly ceases
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Leave their mansion a free man
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As they rest in pieces
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[Repeat chorus]
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Rest In Pieces
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Atrophy |