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Karri

: dein leben geha¶rt der karriere fa?r die du a?ber leichen gehst die fahne ha¤ltst du in ehren egal wie der wind sich dreht die groa?en ha¤ltst du

It's a twenty-four hour operation with a skeleton staff The profits almost double when they cut the work force in half The boss votes the way the money

Todays been a career day, futures made and fortunes lost as im standing in the lobby, im waiting for the elevator to take Me away up to nine or ten, maybe

(Voor zover ik (Daniel) weet is deze tekst door Def P. zelf opgestuurd naar Ewout) Ik zit alleen en ik voel me kut en ik zit stomweg te drinken. Ik

You were born with the power To do what you want to do with your life The choice has been, and will always remain up to you Restore that power and take

Have you felt a void, emptiness inside you? You can't face the real world, you can't stay true So you search for false answers that impair your site The

Suburban waste, pathetic lives So fucking fake, suburban disguise Sweep the homeless off the city streets Fuck the yuppies and their arrogant dreams You

Society doesn't give a fuck about me Turned me into a commodity Told me I was worth nothing Then they told me that I was free Don't give a shit about

Manufactured boys and girls of today Do exactly what they're told there is no other way Then to sign their lives to the higher authority No self awareness