Zea - My Bed Is A Monument Of Hate Against My Job||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| | Текст песни

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• My Bed Is A Monument Of Hate Against My Job|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||

No way you get me out of bed now
There's no future on my feet
Behind that door it is a madhouse
I have no plans to do a thing but sleep

You can continue with your life now
I've got one more thing to say
But you continue with your life now
I'll keep it until another day

Protect me from public scrutiny
More phoney fascists started calling me
No matter is more alien to me
Than all that matters publicly
My ideas transcending permanence
Just see resistance as a consequence
You like the leisure, live a governed life
But virtue is more to be feared than vice

All your complains are on your masters
Soon your thoughts will be subsidised
The false appearance of communal
The charlatans who feed you until you die
How I continue with my life now
Consume myself during my daytime job
Just having this amazing insight
I'll stay in bed, it will do more than help

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