My skin is tough
My lungs are filled with dust
Wake up in the morning the same routine
Get clean, sell myself, feed the machine
All these thoughts fill my head keep them oppressed
But you know it will never be enough
I’ve got no pride I’m dead inside
I paid my dues there's no time choose what life to lose
Like my father said son it's in my head
And you'll sleep when you’re dead
This will never stand
Through the soot, dust, and vacant eyes
I just wanted to be a better man
but never wanted to tell them why
I made a plan i wrote on my hand
But then it washed off
and now I’m left with an imperfect shell
Of who I am
The product how weak i am
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