Without only buck You are already fucked You don't receive your payment again And a headache is annoying your brain
Everyday when you wake up You got sure, today is gonna suck And you want never wake up again 'cause everyday always will the same
Trying to get away of this concrete jungle Hurting and annoying you, like a rumble Getting sick with this sadness and stress Oh god, I need get away of this complete mess
You know, you are sick Sometimes 7 days in a week You laugh about of your disgrace You feel like an outside of human race You know, you are sick Sometimes seven days sick Something is going wrong again
Much pain without a gain
And you have sure its not ok You are so afraid Desperate searching for better days Walking head down Forgetting about yesterday
Stuck in a breathless room Feeling a state of doom and gloom Feeling a heart full of hate In every second I felt my absence of faith
The people puts a finger on your face Imposes things that you have to respect You pray and claim for some grace But you are sick to lose And you nothing can get
You know, you are sick Sometimes 7 days in a week You laugh about of your disgrace You feel like an outside of human race You know, you are sick Sometimes seven days sick Something is going wrong again
Much pain without a gain
Compositores: Leonardo Alves da Silva (Leo Alves), Luis Henrique de Paula Borges (Luis Borges), Luiz Henrique Bueno (Luiz), Victor Mateus Rodrigues Oliveira (Punkerage) ECAD: Obra #14345430 Fonograma #12243689