Slave Away from Wasted Days by Personal Crisis

Bring the ratings up the polls
The thing that makes you lose control
With all the money you have stole
The Workers drowning in the hole

Lie about the things you say
To all of those who slave away
Who pay your company everyday
While others starving in decay

"But you, Owe only to me"
But I can disagree
Cause you. Cut.

All of our time and now all of our energy
Wasting the effort to half-pay the rent
Less of a wage posing threat to our allergy
Leading the cashflow to carry the one percent

One percent.

So you think you're on a roll
Think you'll never pay the toll
Should you ever meet the "Goal"
Will corporate say you have a soul

Lie about the words you spray
To congress rules you will obey
The meek to take the lesser pay
The ones who work don't have a say

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