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Circles Lyrics

Your days are numbered,
Your life is short.
A clockwork existence is
What you are taught.
Why be a robot,
A cog in their machine?
Why be a robot,
From birth until death?
Escape the circle.
Getting up early to do it again,
Yesterday was s***
And today is the same.
Empty faces in empty rooms-
Clock-watching servants to
Fat laughing masters.
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Doomed From the Start: The Demo's Album (1999)
Relief Slave to Convention Fear of the Future A Dream to Come True Exploitation Beat the Boss Obscenity After the Bomb Terminal Filth Wimpcore Killer Life Rock A Dream to Come True Circles Black Monday Sold Out "Scene" Bury the Debt (Not the Dead) Agree to Differ Diseased n*** Die Police b****** Reality Worthless Nothing Happy Pill Trash Breeds Trash Dropout Dig Your Grave No Justice Canvas of Lies No Thought Life in Freedom... Means to an End