1919 - Anxiety

Anxiety, anxiety Mourn cells and crave endorphins This drudgery, this drudgery 5 meals and 40 hours Anxiety, anxiety Dare we do call it suffering? It's vanity, it's vanity But you've heard that one before... "Settle down" you said, no one likes a pariah Take 48 hours and don't you be a martyr Don't you be a martyr. Opportunity, opportunity Digging holes or working lunches Wage slavery, wage slavery Nobody owes you nothing Productivity, productivity Self or state medication What do you wanna be? What do you wanna be? They call this life or something 7 lbs of flesh and what's left? 7 lbs of flesh and blood Don't you be a martyr