Seven Days Of Samsara New Song No.2
when i walked in the phone was ringing thats when i knew
they knew i f..cked up. when i walked in the phone was
ringing thats when i knew they knew i f..cked up. im a
slave. im a slave. im a slave and i know it. im a slave.
im a slave. im a slave and i dont care. im a slave. im a
slave. im a slave and i know it and i know it but i dont
care. (i havent quite figured out this part yet) nine to
five sounds like a nightmarish time line but how does
noon to eight make you any less dead? nine to five sounds
like a nightmarish timeline but how does eight to six
make me any less dead? how does noon to eight make you
any less how does eight to six make me any less how does
two to ten make us any less dead? seven days on the
spinning cycle. seven days on the roulette wheel. seven
ways id love to tell you to f..ck off and go to hell. I
WORK TOO MUCH AND I KNOW IT. IM A SLAVE TO THE MACHINE
AND IVE COME TO ACCEPT IT. I DO WHAT I HAVE TO DO TO BE
ABLE TO DO WHATEVER I WANT THE REST OF THE TIME. ID LOVE
TO LIVE A LIFE FREE OF PUNCHING IN AND CLOCKING OUT, BUT
FOR NOW IM DOING WHAT IVE GOT TO DO. MAYBE SOMEDAY ILL
FIGURE OUT HOW TO ESCAPE THIS CYCLE, BUT UNTIL THEN ILL
KEEP CHUGGING AWAY, CLOCKING IN THE HOURS IN ANTICIPATION
OF MY HALF HOUR LUNCH BREAK, THE END OF THE DAY, OR THE
DAY I FINALLY GET TO SAY 'SO LONG, f..ck OFF, FARWELL' TO
EACH AND EVERY BOSS I HAVE EVER HAD.
