Pulling Teeth Sand And Cells
We're not living in reality we're acting like we'll never
die but the knife's at our throats and it's just a matter
of time EAT, SLEEP, WORK, DIE life's to short to watch it
pass boxed up like a rat in a maze working 'til we die,
no way out of these endless days EAT, SLEEP, WORK, DIE
it's so easy to start feeling so trapped but these are
prisons we have built ourselves realize that this is hell
