Work, work, work, work, work.
Blinding myself, drowning my conscious.
Burying my head into nine hours of mental strain, vocal stress and weight gain.
Chinese New Year flashed past so swiftly, leaving almost no trace behind.
The entire office floor, packed with monitors and agents.
With uncountable mouse clicks and customers' Internet glitches.
Verbal abuses, quick temper, the smack of a palm on a clenched fist.
It would probably be very difficult to stay in this environment without developing short temper and becoming fat.
With your original self slowly erroding away, what's taking over is also slowly consuming into the awaken mind.
It could probably be the time, your other face, a side that has yet to be awaken, the side that has been hidden and lying dormant all the while, be aroused to open its eyes and see this world.
發現原來的我已遭到侵襲﹐ 遭到腐敗﹐ 慢慢的被外在主力腐蝕
依然戴著的面具已經阻擋不住那強大的誘惑﹐ 努力的反抗思維
漸漸地寡人也會失去自我﹐ 失去方向﹐ 被惡魔吞到肚子里
如果有一天你發現某人已不是他自己﹐ 記得拍一拍他的肩膀
讓他知道他的肉身還屬于在個現實的社會上﹐ 不由得惡魔放縱
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