Spirit Breaker - Black Oak lyrics

I'm not sick I'm just a bitter damned man I'm not sick I'm just a bitter damned man I'll Show you the scars of these rotten hands I'll Show you the scars of these rotten hands 40 hours of wasting away In a crowded room of anger and decay To shatter my back for paper conceived in greed Some over time in Hell is all you'll ever need We've become slaves Currency is the fuel that makes us this way Over glorified slaves Currency is the fuel that makes us this way Endless moments Of endless torture Where is your value How much will it cost to release yourself For every dollar stained in blood? 40 hours of wasting away In a crowded room of anger and decay To shatter my back for paper conceived in greed Some over time in Hell is all you'll ever need What does man value himself? A bloody penny for your thoughts The color of money Forever stained to your fingertips Earned for somebody Whos unaware that you exist Endless moments Of endless torture You are greedy men Overweight with guilt Soon people will burn the enterprise you've built Where is your value How much will it cost to release yourself...