you thought and struggled and tryed to get it right
but they only gave you half for there delight
when the forces of opression bring you down to your kneeds
and have no time for your hopes or pleas
piling on the pressure as the pain grinds in
this aint the kind of game you can win
no time for work or to meet the real need
when mindless chatter is all you need
with no way to reveal an honest days work
and the entertainment starts to hurt
with denial of pride or dignity
you ask how does this happen to me
when betrayal is all there seems to be
for luxuries deemed necessity
as you desperately try to hide within
the noose pulls tighter yet to begin
the incessant tormant that has its fill
only when its got the kill