This wound will never stop to bleed
In the city of concrete and steel
You're dead but you're alive
Your everyday sheep to the slaughterhouse
The morning bell rings everyday
are you ready to swallow frustration and pain?
Some call it work, some call it life
Enjoy being a slave to the modern times.
It seems that life is always the same
Dead at 28
And you need the money to pay the rent
Dead at 28
Wondering if you're already dead
Dead at 28
You're in a rut, you can't see the end
You arrive to the place where you work
Still sleepy and so pissed off.
Everyday is a copy of the past day
Til you're 65 or you pa** away
You never had the guts to do nothing with your life
so you spend all the weekends at your local bar
Don't you realize?
Don't you just see that you're dead?
Dead at 28