i got no time to kill, i got nothin' to do.
slow on producitivity cause nothin' is new.
music is a mockery and words mean less.
silence or destruction, it's a bloody mess.
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no productivity, forced negativity.
constant anxiety, in this dead end society.
standin' in an alley on a saturday night.
if i wasn't hammered, wouldn't be right.
waitin' for the enemy to make their move.
feelin' like a target in an arcade booth.
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your up against the wall just say, fuck em all.
so ya stagger home to bed at a quarter past two.
stoned out of your head on acid and glue.
no one gives a shit, what you do.
you don't want the life that they're shovin' at you.
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