Letra da Música Magna Cum Laude de Run With The Hunted

I?ve got a pretty piece of paper
Sealed in tempered glass
Hanging on my wall
They told me it was a ticket

On a one way road to success
They told it was a guarantee
But what they didn?t tell me:
It was a guarantee

For a life spent slaving for my own greed
Cause it?s really just a cog in a machine
That?s killing my mother
Just a bullet in a gun pointed straight at my father
Just a fucking collar I get to wear

And you expect me to live like this?
Til? I break my will to see another way
Til? I?m tired, broken and empty just like them
How do I tell them their entire lives were wasted?

Stolen from them by habit and routine
Perpetuated by their desire to breed
In the end am I just a tool
Just a part of their machine?

Now I?m staring at my reflection
And I don?t know whether to feel proud or disgusted
And you expect me to live like this:
An old and broken man who said his piece

Who threw out the truth and let it die in the streets
Lived a life that he didn?t want
Loved a wife that he?d rather have not
Keeping himself company between worn and weathered sheets

A model constructed to copy and follow
Prescribed lies coated, fucking easy to swallow
Degrees of happiness like shades of gray
Never living a life just filling a series of days

And you expect me to live like this?
And you expect me to live like this?
And you expect me to live like this.