We're slaves to saving time, as if we didn't have enough

We're slaves to the hormone, we're men and must be tough

We're slaves to the dollar, and the happiness that it brings

tradition rules from the start generations running round in rings



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I want out I want to escape the human role

They teach us we're fulfilled, when we've done what we're told

Now I feel an emptiness whenever I act out on my own

Now i'm going to break these binds, and get my life back on track

fulfill the expectations with others behind, and fulfill my life with what you call crap



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