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Heat - The Game

from Split by Tunnel Vision / Heat

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Stuck in the rat race, like the wagers of fat cats like prey. Selling the grains of sand that make up the time of our being. The serotonin trade is their game, depreciating our self worth in their name. Pitting us against one another in the combine to yield cheap labour. Our time is... Our time is theirs. We trade it for lifeblood, while we're encouraged to bleed. Our time is... Our time is theirs. They might be the fat cats, but every dog has its day. H. E. A. T. Worked to the bone, 'til our pain measures our worth. Trapped in a fight for life, that they make not worth fighting for. This is the game.

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from Split, released July 15, 2022

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