I Object - The Chosen Profession lyrics

Crawling through the doors onto cold floors They provide no sympathy for what I feel inside Just tonight, I gotta get through tonight Just to crawl back into my cave and die We are the bottom of the line Its not the pride just to survive We are the bottom of the line Retirement not on the mind Seeing tomorrow would be fine Feeling used and mentally abused Is the norm in the chosen profession My labor is where it ends The eight hours is all you get My mind is free my goals are set My mind wanders on your time Your rules my life