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Slave To The MachineEveryday, he sweats like a pigTo try to satisfy a hungry robotic machinery Everyday, he endures the pain Inflicted by the chains that trap him for all his days on earth Every night, he falls on the floor Exhausted by the endless hours of unimaginable work Every night, he looks at the sky He beseeches god while wondering why its happen to him Slave to the machine This child cannot breathe The liberty, far from the enemy The victory, against those monstrosities Chained to his future He dreams of a life so pure Unfortunately His tomb awaits him already Everyday, he looks so happy To prevent himself from the craziness and not to loose sanity Everyday, he wants to eat more His stomach screams in agony and doesn't want to be empty Every night, he is so depressed Of his catastrophic never endings stories that he lives through Every night, he fears that the dead Will take him because he is so weak and he cannot defend himself Slave to the machine This child cannot breathe The liberty, far from the enemy The victory, against those monstrosities Chained to his future He dreams of a life so pure Unfortunately His tomb awaits him already Beneath the sky of this darkest night, It seems to be the perfect moment To let his pain go away and Make a last wish, he's laid to rest |