Letras:Pulling Teeth. Vicious Skin. Sand And Cells.

We're not living in reality we're acting like we'll never die
but the knife's at our throats and it's just a matter of time
EAT, SLEEP, WORK, DIE
life's to short to watch it pass boxed up like a rat in a maze
working 'til we die, no way out of these endless days
EAT, SLEEP, WORK, DIE
it's so easy to start feeling so trapped
but these are prisons we have built ourselves
realize that this is hell