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Another dollar,

trade away a bit more dignity.

Nose to the grindstone.

Buy into false security.

The pressure's building,

like I'm about to explode.

Waste time, my wasted life.

The wasted chances that I've blown.

I've realized they're vampires,

grown fat on the life they suck from me.

Eight hours a day for fifty years,

to end a dried up husk they cast away.

Depression building.

The daily grind it strangles hope.

Waste time, a dead-end life,

and it's all I've ever known.

Hook you while you're young.

Show you fear in poverty,

because it could be you.

It could be you...

How many dollars,

for the ruin of your dignity,

ground down to nothing.

Your life spent for "job security".