Chucks Nation - The Slaughter | Текст песни

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• Chucks Nation
• The Slaughter

Working 18 hours a day, to pay what you don't need
Another day seems like another year
No ascension, but self-destruction
Is it the quality or quantity? You're selling your mind

The slaughter, youíre feeling like dog,
The slaughter, at the end of itís leach
The slaughter, your doggies necklace,
makes you feel, like a stooge, is it what you need?

You donít think youíll ever see the day
The sun blows out, but you donít see
A life of donation for a career in stagnation
Is it the quality or quantity? youíre selling your life
Do you feel so high when itís question of your pride?
Do you feel so shy when itís question of your life?

Is there anybody, learning from his acts?
Or is it, just another fable
Growing up, in hysteria

Hating people, just like me
And your proud, of being what?
What you need, is what you wonít have
What you wish, is it what you need?

The slaughter, youíre feeling like dog
The slaughter, at the end of itís leach
The slaughter, your doggies necklace,
makes you feel, like a stooge, is it what you need?

You'll be haunted by your past,
soon enough it will determine your acts
Will you be able to live, with what you did, isnít so different
Than living as a slave, behind the backs of your beloved?
Working hard and working stiff,
that's what makes your bill grows up

No ascension but self-destruction
Is it the quality or quantity? Youíre selling your mind

The slaugther, the slaughter
The slaugther, The slaugther of your life won't makes you cry

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