Delo Truda - Self-Made Man | Текст песни

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• Delo Truda
• Self-Made Man

we all live by the money code
we pull the yoke
it breaks our bones
we used to be all
idealists, but now we kneel at the altar of the american dream
the burden on our shoulders, a reminder of pacts made with devils in pinstriped armour with the precision of a surgeon
scalpels gliding through the wreckage we rationalize selfdestruction on the way to the vault