Who's that knockin' at my door,
Collecting bills or troops for war?
Opinions decorate the block,
Who are you routing for?
They're all the same, playing life like a fucking game
You're picked last, to learn the rules and sell the name
Save and plan, or collect cans
Ya either own or work the land
Someday you'll enjoy it, man
With shaky stance, aching hands
Work hard, die harder
No reward for being an hourly martyr, baby
Who do you believe in?
Does it make your head hurt?
Don't search for a meaning,
Find what makes your life work
It's called free thinkin', you can burn in hell for that
Call it treason, free will brought me down this path
Why would gods need worship? (bc) Their love is an ego trip
Why do kings call for war? (bc) They'll never fight the battle field
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