F*ck
They are your enemies
F*ck
They are your enemies
F*ck
They are your enemies
F*ck
They are your enemies
F*ck
They are your enemies
F*ck
They are your enemies
F*ck
They are your enemies
F*ck
They are your enemies
I feel so broken
Eye bags
Feeling more dead than alive
Road lights
Feeling like needles in my
Eyes
Roadtrip
High speed
On the highway
I just can't feel
I'm dead man
Do you feel like
Ruining my f*cking day
F*ck
They are your enemies
F*ck
They are your enemies
F*ck
They are your enemies
F*ck
They are your enemies
F*ck
They are your enemies
F*ck
They are your enemies
F*ck
They are your enemies
F*ck
They are your enemies
I can't breathe
Please help me
I don't know how much i'll take it
I can't breathe
I need to go
Clock watching slaves
To the 9 to 5
Managers breathing down
Like a heavy fog
Micromanaging
Every move you make
In the suffocating walls
Of corporate grind
Burden
Soft bills
Debts
And loans
Everyday giving out my soul
Opportunities whispers
But doors stay closed
F*ck
They are your enemies
F*ck
They are your enemies
F*ck
They are your enemies
F*ck
They are your enemies
F*ck
They are your enemies
F*ck
They are your enemies
F*ck
They are your enemies
F*ck
They are your enemies