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Eight hours a day you sludge your life away

No pleasure no thrills you're out for the kill

You're not really insane,I pick at your brain

You're just caught up in life's stupid games

I'm trying,you're hiding,I'm finding,you're dying,

Your brain is subsiding,the pressure is binding

You look in the mirror the line's getting clearer

You pick up your ac,you're on the attack

Show me your rage

I tease you,I tempt you,I tell you to go

Your facing temptation,you're falling below

Your mortgage,your family,you turn & run

The drugs,the whores,you're out for some fun

I've chained you,I've tortured you,I've twisted your brain

But you can not take it you're joining your game

You pick up the blade,you slash through your wrist

You're falling to hell was this your wish