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Minimum Wage Lyrics
(1st Verse: Ant)
Watching the sunrise who's high, Im high darkness in my mind cuz ain't nobody got the fuckin time
Always working so my time is never free, modern slavery in this world of shitty paying industry
Turn on the TV and all you see is freaks shootin up pee wees, log on to PC.. and all you see is conspiracy, its killing me
I feel as though I can't escape from anything and I'd be lieing if I said I never thought about it
You'd probably doubt it cuz I'm good at being sly about it
But when its dark theres no escaping its captivating, manipulating, jesus christ I need you now I'm contemplating
Word to satan know he's in these pills im fuckin taking, only reason I could reason when my heart was breakin or broken having trouble double coping with you not around things ain't getting solved no more by only smoking, you were my drug, you were my key that set me free
But now your gone and all my sorrows be in lines of three, can't ever sleep, I check the clock its 2:30, another sleepless night alone work starts quarter of three
( 2nd Verse: kacpa)
What the fraction? the passion minuscule in the mixture of concrete and colorless center folds split up homes, goes eat quick back to work
Head down never look around you'll grow tired and always match the blandness with you'r attire
Wired kept from ripped up, so serious? weekend drinking delirious, food never tastes period
Web spreading at rate, congratulate with writing on cake for birth date can't remember a everlasting ember
Passed round and round if you look out theres one, another one, drones, clones, put in manufactured lines doing drug lines
To fracture before it break and you ache not hunger satisfied by eat, you should just fly sly, leave ya feet
Creep round the creep grounds, the grounds creek beneath, the ground weeps and leaks, we reap the ends
Growing out imaginary friends, in a drought cloud of doubt you'r sinking in debt, be clever inject a remedy of energy: purely love, the rush, the tip of a brush, the feeling of first crush, no fist to punch, no kiss to lung to breath air
Mount air, cleanse the drenched and over-saturated, penetrate the air raided
Mic Check, Mic Check, Mic Check Mic Check
Watching the sunrise who's high, Im high darkness in my mind cuz ain't nobody got the fuckin time
Always working so my time is never free, modern slavery in this world of shitty paying industry
Turn on the TV and all you see is freaks shootin up pee wees, log on to PC.. and all you see is conspiracy, its killing me
I feel as though I can't escape from anything and I'd be lieing if I said I never thought about it
You'd probably doubt it cuz I'm good at being sly about it
But when its dark theres no escaping its captivating, manipulating, jesus christ I need you now I'm contemplating
Word to satan know he's in these pills im fuckin taking, only reason I could reason when my heart was breakin or broken having trouble double coping with you not around things ain't getting solved no more by only smoking, you were my drug, you were my key that set me free
But now your gone and all my sorrows be in lines of three, can't ever sleep, I check the clock its 2:30, another sleepless night alone work starts quarter of three
( 2nd Verse: kacpa)
What the fraction? the passion minuscule in the mixture of concrete and colorless center folds split up homes, goes eat quick back to work
Head down never look around you'll grow tired and always match the blandness with you'r attire
Wired kept from ripped up, so serious? weekend drinking delirious, food never tastes period
Web spreading at rate, congratulate with writing on cake for birth date can't remember a everlasting ember
Passed round and round if you look out theres one, another one, drones, clones, put in manufactured lines doing drug lines
To fracture before it break and you ache not hunger satisfied by eat, you should just fly sly, leave ya feet
Creep round the creep grounds, the grounds creek beneath, the ground weeps and leaks, we reap the ends
Growing out imaginary friends, in a drought cloud of doubt you'r sinking in debt, be clever inject a remedy of energy: purely love, the rush, the tip of a brush, the feeling of first crush, no fist to punch, no kiss to lung to breath air
Mount air, cleanse the drenched and over-saturated, penetrate the air raided
Mic Check, Mic Check, Mic Check Mic Check
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