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Why am I bound by plastic.
The thing that holds me by my brothers.
There are 12 of us.
Our lifes short and significant.
Just for someone else to use.
We have feelings.
We have dreams and aspirations.
This world is supposed to be a beautiful world.
But it's really just cruel.
My brother's are taken by day.
Their will to live ignored.
Taken by the ones that wish to fill their gluttonous wishes.
This world is a cruel world.
And now that my brother's have left.
All have been taken from me.
It'll soon be my turn to be taken away.
It's a cruel life for bread.
My life is toast now.
Now it's my turn to die.
- Cruel Life -
Every day millions of bread slices die. It's just the harsh
reality for bread slices.
The thing that holds me by my brothers.
There are 12 of us.
Our lifes short and significant.
Just for someone else to use.
We have feelings.
We have dreams and aspirations.
This world is supposed to be a beautiful world.
But it's really just cruel.
My brother's are taken by day.
Their will to live ignored.
Taken by the ones that wish to fill their gluttonous wishes.
This world is a cruel world.
And now that my brother's have left.
All have been taken from me.
It'll soon be my turn to be taken away.
It's a cruel life for bread.
My life is toast now.
Now it's my turn to die.
- Cruel Life -
Every day millions of bread slices die. It's just the harsh
reality for bread slices.
