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Paying to live,

Working to die

The only end

These drugs supply

Some days I wish

I was wrong

But I was right

All along

The working man's

Calloused hands

Relentless weight

Unbearable

Fuck the mule,

Load the wagon.

Bodies decay,

In suffering.

A slave to the grind

Resource machines

Silver spoons raise high

1 percent remains

Bodies stacked for praise

High to the sky

We're all replaced

A human disgrace