I'm stuck with this gun that I hold to my head, my finger on the trigger feels as heavy as lead.

It's not death that I want but my freedom to return
I work as a slave given nothing to learn.

I swallow my pride, I **** it right up
like a ***** on the street who gets nothing but ******.

Is this what life's supposed to be all about
wasting away not to figure it out?

It's not that I'm lazy but why be depressed
working somewhere I hate just to feel this stressed?

If you think it takes courage to be a simple tool
then you've already been blinded like a brainwashed fool.

Money is a trap, It'll steer your life to fear
in the hopes of small fortunes where your lives will disappear.

Time is precious, where you spend it's who you are, as the clock keeps ticking decide where you will leave your scar.