Recession letra

Every 24 hours another nail in my fucking coffin.
Alienated at birth.
Buried separate from every mass grave.
When will it end? no one can answer that question.
My end in the face of unemployment and every day at the office a battle i'll never win.
An american hooker born into the trade of human trafficking and meeting goals.
I never wanted to work for how can i see anything?
How am i supposed to live?
How am i supposed to...

Clinging to the Trees of a Forest Fire - Letras

• Bouquet Of Self Pity
• Cloven
• Empty
• Gold Frankincense And Myrrh
• I Walked Away From The Human Race
• Leather Hands
• Made Of Coal
• Piss
• Recession
• Remove The Light
• Shat Out My Bones
• Teeth & Hair
• They Smeared Shit On Their Skin So They Could Blend In At Night