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Born into this nothingness
With the sole goal - to succeed
Life hangs by a single thread
As we are trying not to feel
But to gather all we can
Out of proportion to our need
To hide within our deepest nests
And to never ever give
Dead faces
Breathing through it's meaningless
Aggravated existence
From dusk to dawn you swin in shit
Your only skill's persistence
So you gather all you can
Out of proportion to our need
To hide within our deepest nests
And to never ever give
We're robbing
We're rotting
We're hurting
We're feeling
At last we feel