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Sytematic Rhythm
The systematic rhythm beating in our heads
It beats even when we're in our beds
This life is one that most would dread
But the beat goes on
Pounding in our heads
The sweat pouring from my skin
One day maybe we will win
Until then our hands will bleed
Working for everything we need
Sometimes feel the reward
Is laughing in our faces
Tune out everything around you
Find a soothing thought to wake you
We haven't crumbled under this weight
We'll stand until our knees do break
The light has gone dim
With no way to win
I'll hit cruise control
As life slowly takes its toll
