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"When we are under excess amounts of stressWhatever physical problems we haveBecome worseOften times we become illBecause stress can alterVirtually every chemical functionAnd between them allThey virtually control All the internal chemistry in your body"I don't want to live like thisAll pissed off and all stressedFrom the everyday bullshitI don't want to die like thisSome kind of angry fitMy heart will call it quitsBut I'm...Never gonna understand the office lingoThe cornball christians that play bingoThe fast food rejects, the white collar snobsAnd the quota seeking pigs and the brain-dead jocksNo, never gonna be an american idolNot with this guy, no, not with this smileNever gonna be a rich celebrityIt seems wealth was never in the cards for meLetras de cancionesBreath inBreath outI don't want to be like thisBut nothing seems to fitSince i got used to itI can't see the sunshineToo many dark clouds are in its wayI've lost all hope that I could lastIn this land of the walking deadIt's such a waste, what I could doBut I'm stuck here with youI hate everyone i work withA bunch of miserable pricksCuz of the chances they missedEveryone I meet is a rude selfish assholeApparently please and thank you is a hassleNobody's bothered by the state of the worldOr the late night commercial child porn girlsLight me a cigarette, pour me a drinkLay me a wastelandSo I don't have to think about youI'm afraid my faiths in short supply of recentI've lost all hope that I could lastIn this land of the walking deadIt's such a waste, what I could doBut I'm stuck here with you"Why do we constantly put ourselvesInto stressfull situations?Everytime we get into a situation that isAnoying, angering, frightening, disturbingAnd our blood stream fills with all kinds of adrenalinePreparing us to fight or run"I should really deal with itBecome a hypocriteSomehow buy into itBut it's the only way I know how to liveI can't shut it outI can't take this shitStill I'm...So fed up with the mallrat punksAnd the spoiled rotten white kidsTrying to be thugsThe popped collar douchebagsThe spray on tan queensToupees, extensions, wigs, and weavesSo tired of all this crap on TVThe sugarcoated news and the talk show sleazeThe Hollywood gossip showing the worstOf the silicone carbage, thin as a corpseI've lost all hope that I could lastIn this land of the walking deadIt's such a waste, what I could doBut I'm stuck here with youI let the stress go to my headI know someday soon I will be deadIt's not a waste, it gets me throughBeing stuck here with you From Letras Mania