Drudge Testo

Testo Drudge

The slave struggles his whole life
Nose to the grindstone
Head down bent
He never sees the sky or sunshine
And endlessly works
To another's end
Wakes every day to the same torment
Exact replica of the day before
Wishes it would end
He never realises he can change the world
If he'd just open his eyes
And wasn't afraid to die

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