Like Brothers We're one in the same Whatever we do,
Nothing to do, nowhere to go another pointless day, nothing
You think this is setting you free but you're being
We've given them the power to do with us as
Can i escape or is this the only way to
So much death, unnecassary so much pain, for what? for
I feel no highs, i feel no lows, no emotions
Looking down on others, think it makes you cool everybody
Don't believe just everything that they say the wools being
Mindless ways, so much hate so pathetic low life your
Step back, look what we've been made into always wanting
Where's the sense in trying to do what you think
What's the point cos in the end it's just the
Im stuck in a cycle of 9 til5 where i
What the fuck is wrong with you the shit you
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