My fingers are cracked and my lips are chapped.
Break my back everyday for pennies.
I try to escape from this cold but nothing works.
Slave to money. Slave to system. Slave to greed.
Manual labor is my game.
My body aches from the pain.
I want to set this place on fire.
Every last fucking brick burnt to the ground.
a burning fury
a tank of gas
ignited disdain
and a single match
taking shit from 9 to 5
taking shit to stay alive
draw a line in the sand
you feel revenge from my hands
routine to ashes
torment to dust
arsonists prayer
foundation crumbled
reduced to smolder and dust