The words are all around us/ but how does one describe a sound that has not found us?/

without a scribe to write down what astounds us/ our eyes and minds have no solid record to remind us/

of what it is that binds us to the blindness of this mindless waste of time thats 9-5/

without work, were lined up in the unemployment line getin nickel and dime'd/

beggin' for change so I can dine without having to commit crimes/

but some people do what they gotta do to survive the hard times/

not surprised, all the rules of survival can be found in our minds /

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