Cries of Pain Songtext
von Nausea
Cries of Pain Songtext
Working hard... slave till death
Make more profit... to make them rich
Cries of pain... life is lost
Making you rich... making me poor
Profit... profit... is all they see
Never caring, what′s all your needs?
You work so hard to jump ahead
To be the best on what you do
The day will come when it's all over
Replaced by a number, your life is over
Make more profit... to make them rich
Cries of pain... life is lost
Making you rich... making me poor
Profit... profit... is all they see
Never caring, what′s all your needs?
You work so hard to jump ahead
To be the best on what you do
The day will come when it's all over
Replaced by a number, your life is over
Writer(s): Alejandro Corredor, Eric Castro, Leon Del Muerte, Oscar Garcia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
