Functional Starvation Letra

So he said.

They're fooling you, you're fooling yourself.

The hate grows stronger every time I hit the floor,

the strength to continue is not in you anymore.

It's so fucked up and upside down

to tell you what you can't believe.

The workplace lives on,

our addiction to drink the blood of evil thieves.

Evil Thieves.

Try to escape--

there is no way that you can stop this perfect stalemate.