Black Oak
I'm not sick I'm just a bitter damned man
I'm not sick I'm just a bitter damned man
I'll Show you the scars of these rotten hands
I'll Show you the scars of these rotten hands
40 hours of wasting away
In a crowded room of anger and decay
To shatter my back for paper conceived in greed
Some over time in Hell is all you'll ever need
We've become slaves
Currency is the fuel that makes us this way
Over glorified slaves
Currency is the fuel that makes us this way
Endless moments
Of endless torture
Where is your value
How much will it cost to release yourself
For every dollar stained in blood?
40 hours of wasting away
In a crowded room of anger and decay
To shatter my back for paper conceived in greed
Some over time in Hell is all you'll ever need
What does man value himself?
A bloody penny for your thoughts
The color of money
Forever stained to your fingertips
Earned for somebody
Whos unaware that you exist
Endless moments
Of endless torture
You are greedy men
Overweight with guilt
Soon people will burn the enterprise you've built
Where is your value
How much will it cost to release yourself...