Текст песне : Pro-pain. Contents Under Pressure. Box City.

Once there was a promise


A promise made to me


That if I keep working hard
Built a future with my hands
My dream would come to be

Was punctual, met demands


Then suddenly tragedy
If the system keeps fuckin' me

I'm going back to the box city


If patience is a virtue
Then I am a saint


Beaurocracy in motion
Sir


You're going to have to wait

It takes a buck to make a buck

And those with none I guess are fucked


So we were never really free

This winter is killing me
I'm trapped out here in box city