Sold Short from Wasted Days by Personal Crisis

Look all the people, working all the same
You have to work out something, the forbidden claim
A promise for a paycheck, the hours take a wreck
Now to demand our workload, there's no use to follow code

Every day I wonder if life will be the same
The time you take away affects our families every day
The people in dismay will not be having it today
There's no justice, we're just your slaves

No right to work hard, or prove the job is done
You try to sell the workload as a battle never won
Now you want to be the one to cut us up and sell short
Empower to the customers, which violates our free speech

Life is to comsume us all with very little pay
Todays revolution, the day you'd better pray
Power now a struggle into hopes you will repay
With hopes in that tomorrow, we'll find another way

In time we will arouse ourselves to fight off this decay
Destroy the taste of sour that now taints the peoples say
Given to the chance that the people let you stay
You must change your way of thinking before we revolt

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