Drawing Dead
Wasn't made for a 9 to 5
Just burnt out so quickly, not like the rest
Suicidal thoughts don't run through their heads
Day to day living is tiring at best
Make a scene, make a statement
Poor attempt to be remembered
A slave to the dirt
Buried underneath
For too long I've watched them
Drain their life for a source of income
Face the fact, there is not life
Day in and day out, only empty fucking favours
Laugh and scoff, disregard to mock, and it's all for nought
To rot in a grave as a slave to the dirt
Barely living, don't think of fucking dreaming
Cause it's all for nought, you'll still rot in a grave
Wasn't made for a 9 to 5
Just burnt out so quickly, not like the rest
Suicidal thoughts don't run through their heads
Day to day living is tiring at best
You'll still rot in a grave
Face the fact, you're running out of time
Empty heart and mind, falling into line
Laugh and scoff, disregard to mock, and it's all for nought
To rot in a grave as a slave to the dirt
Barely living, don't think of fucking dreaming
Cause it's all for nought, you'll still rot in a grave
You keep mocking me
Open your mind and you will see
You have me backed into a corner
I won't be another sheep to the slaughter
Just burnt out so quickly, not like the rest
Suicidal thoughts don't run through their heads
Day to day living is tiring at best
Make a scene, make a statement
Poor attempt to be remembered
A slave to the dirt
Buried underneath
For too long I've watched them
Drain their life for a source of income
Face the fact, there is not life
Day in and day out, only empty fucking favours
Laugh and scoff, disregard to mock, and it's all for nought
To rot in a grave as a slave to the dirt
Barely living, don't think of fucking dreaming
Cause it's all for nought, you'll still rot in a grave
Wasn't made for a 9 to 5
Just burnt out so quickly, not like the rest
Suicidal thoughts don't run through their heads
Day to day living is tiring at best
You'll still rot in a grave
Face the fact, you're running out of time
Empty heart and mind, falling into line
Laugh and scoff, disregard to mock, and it's all for nought
To rot in a grave as a slave to the dirt
Barely living, don't think of fucking dreaming
Cause it's all for nought, you'll still rot in a grave
You keep mocking me
Open your mind and you will see
You have me backed into a corner
I won't be another sheep to the slaughter
Credits
Writer(s): David Rea, Nathaniel Jay Sherwood, Alex Woollams, Aaron Dalton, Micheal Webb
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