Jagged edged shovels
Chipped on rock soil
Dirty everything
Blistered hands sweating
Mouth too dry to sing
This well's been tapped
Poles sledged like stakes to vampire hearts
Cutting metal with metal
The day's been parched
The more you sweat
The less sparks you'll feel
The less you'll care
The more money you'll make
The less feelings remain
The more shit you'll take
You're farmed, you're fucked
These days are long and I don't work for you, I work for me
I'll give what I got, but at day's end, I'll be free
You'll take my time and I'll take every cent that you will pay
This trench I've dug will separate both parts of my day
Whole days spent digging holes Jagged edged shovels Chipped on rock soil Dirty everything Blistered hands sweating Mouth too dry to sing This well's been tapped Poles sledged like stakes to vampire hearts Cutting metal with metal The day's been parched The more you sweat The less sparks you'll feel The less you'll care The more money you'll make The less feelings remain The more shit you'll take You're farmed, you're fucked These days are long and I don't work for you, I work for me I'll give what I got, but at day's end, I'll be free You'll take my time and I'll take every cent that you will pay This trench I've dug will separate both parts of my day Explain Request ×
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