Day of the Dead - Xe-None

I close the door in the morning

Close as it was the cover of a coffin

Look at me for the last time

Last kiss good-bye

I meet the dead

When evening comes

Up from your high school

Down to the grave

Triple work

Like sheep in the cattle

Life for the money

Or money for life

It’s your freedom of choice

Until 65

Corporate life

Corporate style

Every week-day you must die to survive

Pray for your pay

What is the price for your time?

You become dead and your life passes by Day by day

You become the dead

Nothing changes

Nothing is to wait

Day by day

From eight to five

You stay dead

To stay alive

The evening fell down

And you came home

With empty cold eyes

And empty cold soul

You swallowed your supper,

You crashed into bed

My life with you

Is like a day of the dead