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i've got a pretty piece of paper sealed in tempered glass hanging on my wall they told me it was a ticket on a one way road to success they told it was a guarantee but what they didn't tell me: it was a guarantee for a life spent slaving for my own greed cause it's really just a cog in a machine that's killing my mother just a bullet in a gun pointed straight at my father just a fucking collar i get to wear and you expect me to live like this? til' i break my will to see another way til' i'm tired, broken and empty just like them how do i tell them their entire lives were wasted? stolen from them by habit and routine perpetuated by their desire to breed in the end am i just a tool just a part of their machine? now i'm staring at my reflection and i don't know whether to feel proud or disgusted and you expect me to live like this: an old and broken man who said his piece who threw out the truth and let it die in the streets Letras de cancioneslived a life that he didn't want loved a wife that he'd rather have not keeping himself company between worn and weathered sheets a model constructed to copy and follow prescribed lies coated, fucking easy to swallow degrees of happiness like shades of gray never living a life just filling a series of days and you expect me to live like this? and you expect me to live like this? and you expect me to live like this. From Letras Mania