No matter how I think
I can't understand
I've been told that
when you work you feel good
I'm one of the few
so I'm expected to be happy
I am useful and do my duty
and pay my taxes nicely
But with every minute that passes
the air becomes harder to breathe
inside me there is a bomb< br/>which is about to explode
I CAN'T STAND
MY SOUL IS DYING
NOW IT MUST BE OVER
MY SOUL IS DYING
Man can't live
without money you say
but which is worth more
a life or a pay envelope
What does money mean
when life is over
I laugh for myself
because I fit in so well
Can't bear to watch anymore
when I kill myself
now I have to break free
before the loitering becomes a security
I CAN'T STAND
MY SOUL IS DYING
NOW IT MUST BE OVER
MY SOUL IS DYING

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