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Today, you get up from your bed

You have to work but you're tired

You hear some noises in your head

You're sick of pills and meds

You should earn a piece of bread or you're gonna die of hunger

No one's gonna save you there, I know that life's not fair

Yes sir no sir

Mirage is ahead

Many days full of stresses

'cause you're brain-dead

One day you see

There will be blood everywhere