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"To hell with the kind of work you have to do to earn a livingAll that does is fill the bellies of the pigs who exploit usLook at me, I'm makin' itI may live badly, but at least I don't have to work to do itTo all you workers out there, every single commodity you produce is a piece of your own deathEnd of interview"I'm so goddamned tired, can't tell if I'm done or just uninspiredAnd don't give me that "You can be somebody" speechIt ain't your place; Let me beI'm an example of a candle-lit lifeWith electric relaxation, brain trampled by devotion To a remote control channel changerSomething provoked the whole globe to lower expectationsDamn, what's wrong with my generation?We was the cream of the crop, but it seems we've been robbedThat's what happens when you trade in all your dreams for a jobAnd every day it gets less and less excitingI would make a difference, but I'm busy faking this instead of tryingChange my shift from now to never and I'll pretend I'm fineWhy am I always stuck at the shitty end of the assembly line?I guess I'm built to be intoxicated with hopeSometimes it's a journey most times it's just a bad jokeAnd in my skull is a junk drawer I cannot organiseThe first to come and last to leave will never be immortalisedLetras de cancionesThis sort of life is completely overratedI'm sick of being the only one I know that's trying to make itSo, right now I'm heading homeGot sounds of nature volume one in my headphonesAnd half a bottle of prednisoneThat's the reaction to an overdose of passionBrainless, stagnant, ain't it magic?I never knew ambition could be so fucking disgustingI earn a good commission but it makes me feel so uglyI'm on some not even knowing i'm a illuminatusJust as long as play and age don't disrupt my funerals progressI ain't changing for you, I ain't reaching for the skyI would if you could give me one good reason why I should even try'Cause after a while, this never ending blame game of whats betterCould fracture your smile's mainframe foreverIt's so fun to be in love - Or so I've heardThe meaning has no feeling even though I understand the wordsI used to try to make heaven right here on earth But that'll only happen if you find someone else to do the workI'll be surprised if my psychosis turns out to keep the driving focus While I hold the same blurred cloud as burnt out dope headsSo for now my worthless counterwork has found a purposeEvery time a pound of dirt's produced I get my frown refurbished2-for-1 specials if you order shoulder devilsHeads swoll, running out of petrol, but I won't let go of this gas pedal 'til I'm settledAnd they finally wed me of that sweet, sublime security, so insecure and messy Mark today the day that dedication diedInstead of saying goodbye, I'm staying, praying that I will stay alive'Cause even though I know I hate to love you so muchI got no better place to go - That's why I always show up From Letras Mania