Tekster: Miles Away. Wake Up.

Everyday i wake up the same
void of feeling and of aim
everyday i taste the defeat
endless cycle so incomplete
running into walls again
chip my teeth on all these bricks
every things so plain to see
nine till five its hounding me
tow the line, make the dime
stranglehold im not free
theres no way out, we're all the same
ripe with self doubt
its just a fame they just maintain
theres no way out
working class life force fed their shit
we cant escape
theres no way out
while they still maintain
weve all been tamed
everyday i wake up the same