Every morning's like a funeral procession- And we're the dead-
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Abysmal retrogression- How do you earn a living in a life you
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didn't ask for?- How do you earn your living when your life's
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already over?- Suffer.- I didn't ask for this but now that it's
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mine now one's taking it away.- Every morning- Wake up red-eyed-
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Future constricts my throat- Always thinking about tomorrow-
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Never enjoy the day- The carrot always dangles- Swept up in a
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mindless tedium- Cradle. Cubicle. Coffin.- Thank you for your
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service- You'll become storage when your deemed useless- Suffer.-I
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didn't ask for this but now that it's mine no one's taking it
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away- Work and worth are two very different things- Whether the
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collar's blue or white the master still grips the leash- Pressured
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into the "real world" pf stillborn goals and dreams- Red tape stifles
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the alternative so we fade into mediocrity- But it's up to you and me-
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It's life or death.
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Life In A Box
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| Witch Hunt |
