Live To Labor - Travis Miguel of Atreyu
Yeah
In the cold dead of night
Wrest your self from sleep
To face the morning light
So pathologically
Trapped in a system that breaks originality
In favor of bland safe marketability
Middle of a long day
Turns into working long weeks
What are we doing this for
Whose f**king stocks will increase
At times we're all just little junkies and whores
Clawing scratching unattainable dreams
How much can we take
To labor and to break
Our backs against the system's walls
I say smash it f**king down
In control of our fate
We produce and we create
The guns from which we sell our souls
I say smash it f**king all
How ironic is the plan of our lives
Working doubles to survive to get by
A passionless job in a meaningless lie
I despise being trite to get by
What do you offer
What can you create
What do you contribute
What profit is made
How much can we take
To labor and to break
Our backs against the system's walls
I say smash it f**king down
In control of our fate
We produce and recreate
The cost for which we sell our souls
I say smash it f**king all
I say smash it f**king down
Smash it f**king down
How much can we take
To labor and to break
Our backs against the system's walls
I say smash it f**king down
In control of our fate
We produce and we create
The guns from which we sell our souls
I say smash it f**king all
I say smash it f**king all