Tekstovi: Clit 45. Empty Day.

[Chorus]
It's just a promise of another empty day
It's just another life that's been wasted away
It's just a promise of another empty day
It's just a life sentence for our decay

You can join the living dead and work all fucking day
Break your back and see your hope slip away
Manufactured and brainwashed they'll fill you with pride
Till your dead and fucking empty and hollow inside

You call this fucking freedom but who the fuck is really free
When we are living in a state that refuses to deal with you and me

They call this fucking freedom?
Well I say it's a load of shit
But our future will hold nothing if we fucking give
in

Just another empty fucking day