the bills must get paid

a shell of a man

thats all thats left

they carve out their insides

to make others content

sell their souls to the dollar

cause its all there is left

broken men, broke off of broken homes

tired and sore, worn through the floor

we'd cut our wrists if we could afford a knife

but the bills must get paid

and the clothes must stay dry

if they would have asked us our opinion

to be born into a world with nothing in it

we probably would have stayed wherever we were before

cause nothing is worth this, nothing hurts like this

the rich man lost control and they took his slaves

so he brought it underground and enslaved all the poor

abolish is just a word that they used to feign freedom

nothing was stopped, just a shift in semantics

a new word added to the dictionary

and the illusion of pay in exchange for services

this is not life

this is torture, but not enough to kill us

just enough to keep us weak and desperate

what happens when we've had enough

and we arm ourselves to the teeth

and gut the first person who tries to tell us what to do