NEGLECT: the complete Don Fury sessions

lyrics: manual labor

Ripping up the ceilings and tearing out the floors busting out the walls and kicking in the doors barely surviving trying to work shit out wanting to give up all the time working real hard working up a sweat deal with it manual labor scars on my hands nothing more to say it's a hard life it gets harder everyday I need an outlet there's none in sight for the working class man life is just a fight sweat & slave bash your brains out grind & dig get it done working real hard working up a sweat deal with it manual labor face the one truth in life hardship struggle and strife cause there is no way you can leave starts when you're a youth this is the simple truth you'll die an angry old man this is the worlds plan there's no escaping reality you got bills to pay the world ain't free take some advice straight from me you'll never survive without paying a fee

Neglect:

My blood is getting colder as I get older overdosing on hate creating my fate my thoughts begin to tangle I can't win the rope is getting tighter and my patience thin no one around better for me I have to cut my eyes just so I can see limitations on time it surely made me blind they helped me to see what I could never find dying times and living times oh so short and so fast look around you and you'll see that nowadays neglect is vast morals and standards don't count these days they're replaced with aids and crack the world is turning in on itself and there is no turning back pull myself from the thoughts of death just enough to catch my breathe my suicide is coming because in my life there is nothing left prison is what my life was is and will forever be concentration on my depression spread shot twelve guage I'll be free buy it load it shoot it kill yourself life is the reason for all of this neglect when you see the real world you just have to reject humans were created and they began to infect 200 years of industry just starting to suspect terminally ill population overspills peace is diminished and the same with good will 200 years of industry too far too fast everyone to everyone's a human outcast everyday of life is filled with neglect for humans on this earth I've lost all respect building frustration your mind starts to rip my words crush your skull just like a vice grip put a bullet clean through my head the next time you see me I might be dead everyday life I just brush by no reasons for living just reasons to die just the thought of my existance makes me ill wouldn't give you deaths pleasure it's me I'm going to kill I must keep my life from dragging on the more I neglect the sooner I'll be gone

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