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I have been making presentations

For a final escalation, I have been praying

To the god of giving up

She says, «Lock, lock, lock the door behind you, now

Before the criminals and the cops break in your house»

Oh, I have looked so hard

For a place where I could die

But the winners up there, of high-end living

Won’t allow the broken, insane to arise

So fuck this city, fuck this job

They break you down before you even reach the top

In a god-fearing land, there ain’t no lodging for the mad

You can’t get high enough to breathe before you drown

I’m gonna go back to that factory

Where they make, make, make moving parts

That will take, take, take you very far away

In the flash of a pack of matches, I will be gone

So fuck this city, fuck this job

They break you down before you even reach the top

In a god-fearing land, there ain’t no lodging for the mad

You can’t get high enough to breathe before you drown

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