Two-week Notice Lyrics & Chords By Circle Of Dead Children

There is a wicked barrier that
detaches and discolors our
unattainable dreams from our inescapable realities
Nothing chafes the ego more than
the monstrous realism of eight hours
of subservience applied for and anticipated
so that the possibility of a
less materialistic existence could be avoided
Like slowly sucking cold tar
through a narrow straw Vomit upon your dreams
Slowly sucking until you die