Two-week Notice Lyrics - Circle Of Dead Children

There is a wicked barrier that detaches and discolors our unattainable 

dreams from our inescapable realities 

Nothing chafes the ego more than the monstrous realism of eight hours of 

subservience 

applied for and anticipated so that the possibility of a less materialistic 

existence could be avoided 

Like slowly sucking cold tar through a narrow straw 

Vomit upon your dreams 

Slowly sucking until you die