True Sound Studios - Break the Bank lyrics

Living every day in the hole, I can't take anymore Punch in, punch out But I can't cash that check until the quota's met So I'm living in the shadow of a mount of debt How can I live, how can I sleep When I can't get a dollar so my family can eat? I hate the game, but we gotta survive So I'm doing all I can just to keep us alive They'll trade a life for a life, it doesn't matter If you give them the chance, and they take it Then they'll give you the knife Or maybe burn you from the inside out Terminated by a so-called justifiable right And while they're sitting on their a**es all day We work our hands to the bone—for what? Even though we know nothing's ever gonna f**ing change How can I live, how can I sleep When I can't get a dollar so my family can eat? I hate the game, but we gotta survive So I'm doing all I can just to keep us alive But I don't want to be another face in the ma**es Still a dog without a bone at the feet of his master Still picking up the scraps under the table But it's just not enough, no it's just not enough ‘Cause I'm hungry, I need some sustenance But I won't swallow all those lies I'd rather choke on my pride Or else we'll keep slaving away And soon we'll all be dead if we don't take down the pace Others choose ignorance rooted in apathy They've taken the bait It's so cold when no one wants to walk this path with me But it's not too late… Is it too late? Can anybody set me free? Just set me free f** all these tyrants Cut my vocal cords but I'll never be silenced I'm a soft speaker capable of devastating violence So f** the book, I've got a story to tell I'm done shoveling the coals they use to fuel this hell Yeah, you broke my bank, well I could break your necks But you just laugh You think I'm not that cold A revolution made of one man No pitchfork, no gun—he's got a pen in his hand