Circle Of Dead Children - Two-week Notice lyrics

There is a wicked barrier that detaches and discolors our unattainable dreams from our inescapable realities Nothing chafes the ego more than the monstrous realism of eight hours of subservience applied for and anticipated so that the possibility of a less materialistic existence could be avoided Like slowly s**ing cold tar through a narrow straw Vomit upon your dreams Slowly s**ing until you die