The Labor of The Modern Slaves

seems like I am feeling this pain

alone in vain

no one sees the despair

no one hears the hurting 

even if I am screaming 

all I wanted is to disappear 

or to set fire to everything here 

you say there is nothing you can do

to make it aliviate 

there is always an excuse 

not enough problems already

leaving us always in third place

your caring is a fassade 

we are all going mad 

I am tired to talk to you so politely 

to put yourself in someone else's well bottom 

should be an obligation on your line of duty 

even more when the labor is damaging

the labor of the modern slaves you collect for fun 

seems like I am spiraling down 

while lonely trying to undo all the wrong