We`re slaves to saving time, as if we didn`t have enough
We`re slaves to the hormone, we`re men and must be tough
We`re slaves to the dollar, and the happiness that it brings
tradition rules from the start generations running round in rings
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I want out I want to escape the human role
They teach us we`re fulfilled, when we`ve done what we`re told
Now I feel an emptiness whenever I act out on my own
Now i`m going to break these binds, and get my life back on track
fulfill the expectations with others behind, and fulfill my life
with what you call crap
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