Coffee With Lions - E. Ninth Ave.

Wage Slave

Sweat beads and matted hair. Mouth feels as dry as sand
Panic it renders fear
Maybe I'll kneel and pray to... God? help me. God? help me

So when i wake i'm not feeling so great, sitting on my chest
Stress will regenerate
Fear and doubt that occupy my mind
Like why did I take a mortgage out on this landmine
Thought hard work was all I needed to survive
And those lies are hard to shake
Traffic makes up 10 percent of my day, I took the bait
American wage slave

Stuck in a photograph
Everyday feels the same
Conversations are full of shit
Feels like I'm caught in a bad dream...
God? help me. God? help me

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Writer(s): Douglas Moore
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