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Pain... Pain of existence... Your veins are bleeding, innards ripped out You sell your life for their table scraps Fed with lies, you live an illusion Believing that you'll one day make it to the top You kill yourself to live... You sell your soul for a piece of bread You kill your soul Thinking only how to survive Every day, again another 8 hours of death The vicious cycle of maddening labor You toil for a bunch of freeloaders Who love to put you down You kill yourself to live... You sell your soul for a piece of bread You kill your soul Rotting in an everyday Hell. Imagination buried in everyday routine Day after day goes by as if they never happened Chained to financial dependence Robbed of youth, self - respect, freedom From Letras Mania