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But there’s no sense in fighting it,
So I stand up to fall again,
Day by day the same old shit,
It sucks a little, now and then.
The shower kills what lives to die,
Except for me I guess.
The coffee turns me on Standby,
But it’s not happiness.
I miss the train, like every day,
I need to buy some luck.
Life’s a game I can not play,
But I don’t give a fuck.
The next part is too much for you,
A massacre, to make it quick.
Do I hate this life? I do!
Like a puppet on a stick!
Let’s skip this part,
The time of tools,
Cause work’s not art,
It’s done by fools.
In the end you live for others,
Cause you’re a part of father system,
For the sake of gods and mothers,
Fuck the day they killed the wisdom!