Working, these bodies unconscious, all slaving for a lifetime with nothing to show.
Hours injected, with years invested, for these martyrs with a dying wage-death wage. Alive-yet lifeless.
Tired of breathing, tired of living, tired of slaving, alive-
yet lifeless! Tired of breathing, tired of living, tired of slaving, born-dead new world slaves.
Dying for notions of progress, a manufactured caste of actors displayed demands rejected, the bosses connected, in this inbred power play- death play. Misery Index Alive songtext Suchen mit Google Misery Index Alive liedtext
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