Box City Lyrics - Contents Under Pressure - Pro-pain

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