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The Same Sun

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Break The Bank Lyrics - The Same Sun

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 asses all day 

We work our hands to the bone—for what? 

Even though we know nothing's ever gonna fucking 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 masses 

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 

 

Fuck all these tyrants 

Cut my vocal cords but I'll never be silenced 

I'm a soft speaker capable of devastating violence 

 

So fuck 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 

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