Too bored, too tired to translate disgust into words

We're lied to, we're slayed, we're nothing yet way too comfortable

We gather around the tables and keep whining through all the coffee breaks

In our minds we lynch our bosses but we're far too used to authorities

Frustration medicated by empty slogans and mediocre excuses

To pull the spines off our backs

So we sit tired and wait for someone else to throw the first stone

Wе live in a vampire state lеarning to give up

Feel the anger, feel the void, feel the lack of your ambition

Buy the cheapest, drink on weekends, hate yourself

Nothing is priceless...