day after day after days in year after year after years of lacking sleep, getting up, straight in line a severed life not in pain, not in anguish in nothingness, mediocrity they cut off our limbs and we sold them our souls these are not days of joy hour after hour watching the clokc ticking our lives away week after week, month after month listening to the beat from an unseen drum taking commands from a silent hum no beating, no abuse, it's still torture these are not days of joy did you have a plesant day today?