The RACE
The Job,
high rise buildings , high life
rushhours, traffic jams, road rage,
fast food, fast life, fast cars
drunken weekends , happy hours
epic highs ,epic lows,deep sighs
hungover Mondays,
one night stands,
speed dating , speed breakups
broken hearts, broken minds
mind oscillating btw OCDs and OCBs
empty mancave , empty homes
empty beds, lonely nights
abandoned humanity, abandoned humility
everyone in search of nirvana
some turn to fake gurus
some turn into real ones
some chose to end it all
leaving their souls hanging
overdose , overkill
everyone racing,non stop
with cause , without cause
the value of your life
is trambled down to the chasms
all for "The Race"
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