...And There Is No Job

hate and grown rejection
for years i’m tempting fate
alone for all my life now
mankind retaliates
we are conceiving the routine
there is no job
eternally we rot
fear and grown rejection
my passion is a fake
i don’t hear, i don’t bow
i learn from my mistakes
we are conceiving the routine
there is no job
eternally we rot
pursue the policy
which reject my id
so i can go astray
i don’t get what you say
pursue the policy
which reject my id
so i can go astray
i don’t care what you say
i’m weighed down in sorrow
yet my mind did not reveal any faults
illusions of hope
the weakened flesh is what i conceal
love and grown rejection
i’m begging on my knees
there’s no hope, i’m fired
still my work’s for free
we are conceiving the routine
there is no job
eternally we rot