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 f*cking favors
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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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