day after day after days
in year after year after years
of lacking sleep, getting up, straight in line
a severed life
not in pain, not in anguish
in nothingness, mediocrity
they cut off our limbs and we sold them our souls
in year after year after years
of lacking sleep, getting up, straight in line
a severed life
not in pain, not in anguish
in nothingness, mediocrity
they cut off our limbs and we sold them our souls
these are not days of joy
hour after hour watching the clokc ticking our lives away
week after week, month after month
listening to the beat from an unseen drum
taking commands from a silent hum
no beating, no abuse, it's still torture
these are not days of joy
did you have a plesant day today?
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