downpour. - Idle Hands | Текст песни

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Slave to the daily grind, fingers hardly bone. drawing blood for 40 hours while debt turns us into stone. Circulate the wealth, maximize the workforce. They steal from behind to feed the fucking war horse. Our chronicle ends, when the cycle begins. Ticking by and by, supply, command, comply. Idle Hands.

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