Stuttering at the shock of the interior temptation
so here and final, I put in my resignation.
No more begging for my vacation
since I'll pass on this slaves vocation.

Tired of giving away my best years to you.
Tired of these things that turn undue.

Bills and pills to tie me to this bedrock
with the hours speeding by on my clock.

No more days to waste
so speed with morning haste..
we're late, we're late...
so looks like it's time to designate.

No more bills to lock me into fear.
No more debt consolidation with small writing unclear.

No more phone calls at all hours of the night
just this one last soul stirring fight...

This fight of freedom, this fight of grace
This fight of not showing the stress on my face..
The hours spent slaving in a mine
will slowly come and steal your spine.

Lungs of black, eyes of red..
towing that line until your finally dead.

01/12/2002

Posted on 01/12/2002
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