For all the unlucky bastards..living in the rat race.

Sun raises, You wake, Like ants...we work. The sun sets. we rest. Than repeat the same rounte over again. Only aging and growing weaker..

"Bright and early for there daily races, Going no where. Their tears are filling up their glasses, No expressions..

I find it hard to tell you
'Cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very very
Mad world"


How do you guys do it?
LazySmoking420 Reviewed by LazySmoking420 on . Everyday is exactly the same For all the unlucky bastards..living in the rat race. Sun raises, You wake, Like ants...we work. The sun sets. we rest. Than repeat the same rounte over again. Only aging and growing weaker.. "Bright and early for there daily races, Going no where. Their tears are filling up their glasses, No expressions.. I find it hard to tell you 'Cause I find it hard to take When people run in circles It's a very very Rating: 5