As I wake up
Water’s on my face
I can’t feel the cold anymore
Building blocks
Hear the deaf
See the blind
Call the mute your slaves
Grasping, harsh, breathe
Suddenly awake
I can’t feel this life I take
Take my own
Reap what’s sown
Call me one of your slaves
As I’m sleeping
I still sense the pain
Call me lonely but
I’m not just your chore
Leave the door
Locked and shut
There’s no telling who will try to get it
As I wake up
Water’s on my face
I can’t feel the cold anymore
Building blocks
Hear the deaf
See the blind
Call the mute your slaves
Walking through a field of glory
Feel the sweat drip down my nose
I have no idea what I’m doing
Then again nobody knows
I can feel the bullshit growing
Manure mushing through my toes
I have no idea what I’m doing
All the hard word really shows
Not my glass of milk
Watch a cow get born
There’s no room in the field
There’s still room for more
(Na na na…)
Today is nothing but not working
Nothing really seems to glow
I have no idea what I’m doing
All the hard work really blows
Not my glass of milk
Watch a cow get born
There’s no room in the field
There’s still room for more
(Na na na…)
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