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This is the soundtrack to your life
This is where it all begins
Your conscience tried, your conscience has failed
You're going nowhere fast, another track please
On the wrong track, step back please
You're going nowhere fast, another track please
Another Monday, another week of hell
And it means little to you
If anything at all and it says even less of you
This is the sound of the rest of your life
This is the soundtrack to the rest of your life
And it's ending one track at a time
Disrobe the occupant of your mind, reclaim your life
Opening your eyes is one of the hardest things to do
But it's your life
40 hours a week and nothing to show
40 hours a week and no way to grow
Is this all that you're fucking made of?
Slave away, meaningless, I know you're more than this