too old to cry, too young to die
i´m gonna do my best to survive
closed in a chocolate factory
writing another chapter, finishing my story
21 years long road to happiness
ends in a fucking factory
sad old man & angry students
sweaty clothes, filth under nails
6 days a week, 12 hours a day
get your so called „payment“
read here my statement:
run the fuck away
is it a knife in my hand?
or is it a microphone?
i ran away with my chocolate Money
to a place where they hear my scream
where they listen to spoke of my dreams
where i can feel.... FINALLY, FINALLY, FINALLY. FREE!