Drawing Dead

Wasn’t made for a 9 to 5
Just burnt out so quickly, not like the rest
Suicidal thoughts don’t run through their heads
Day to day living is tiring at best

Make a scene, make a statement
Poor attempt to be remembered
A slave to the dirt
Buried underneath

For too long I’ve watched them
Drain their life for a source of income
Face the fact, there is not life
Day in and day out, only empty fucking favours

Laugh and scoff, disregard to mock, and it’s all for nought
To rot in a grave as a slave to the dirt
Barely living, don’t think of fucking dreaming
Cause it’s all for nought, you’ll still rot in a grave

Wasn’t made for a 9 to 5
Just burnt out so quickly, not like the rest
Suicidal thoughts don’t run through their heads
Day to day living is tiring at best

You’ll still rot in a grave

Face the fact, you’re running out of time
Empty heart and mind, falling into line
Laugh and scoff, disregard to mock, and it’s all for nought
To rot in a grave as a slave to the dirt
Barely living, don’t think of fucking dreaming
Cause it’s all for nought, you’ll still rot in a grave

You keep mocking me
Open your mind and you will see
You have me backed into a corner
I won’t be another sheep to the slaughter