...And There Is No Job - Comaniac

hate and grown rejection

for years i’m tempting fate

alone for all my life now

mankind retaliates

we are conceiving the routine

there is no job

eternally we rot

fear and grown rejection

my passion is a fake

i don’t hear, i don’t bow

i learn from my mistakes

we are conceiving the routine

there is no job

eternally we rot

pursue the policy

which reject my id

so i can go astray

i don’t get what you say

pursue the policy

which reject my id

so i can go astray

i don’t care what you say

i’m weighed down in sorrow

yet my mind did not reveal any faults

illusions of hope

the weakened flesh is what i conceal

love and grown rejection

i’m begging on my knees

there’s no hope, i’m fired

still my work’s for free

we are conceiving the routine

there is no job

eternally we rot