Modern Slaves/Early Graves

Blood in, blood out
Monday mourning heartache
Dead end. A no through road
Modern slaves in early graves
Work hard and then corrode

Can't afford to pay attention,
you never had control
Stripped you of your dignity,
already dug your hole
Nothing saved, nothing gained
Soon enough you'll realise that things will never change

A reoccurring nightmare
Sentence of broken dreams
Promises that may not be the perfect life or so it seems
Wolves rule not the sheep
Let this be a reminder
Take the heat or become meat
And fed fresh to the grinder

Day in, day out.
What's the payout?
Blood in, blood out.
Where's the prize?
Break in, break out.
Where's the way out?
Blood in, bled out. 'til you die.

Can't afford to pay attention,
you never had control
Stripped you of your dignity,
already dug your hole
Nothing saved, nothing gained
Soon enough you'll realise some things will never change

Some things will never change



Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Lachlan Charles Harrison, Jesse Michael Whithear
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