It's like walking down the street,
And some boss says "Your Hired."
When you have no idea how to work,
but you work either way.
No pay, no life.
No truth, all lies.
Starring in a 24-7 play,
playing your old self.
But the people are the Animorphs,
and the boss was Elfangor.
They know what to do,
but it's hard still.
Morals tested, lines crossed.
Blodd on your mind always.
Nightmares plauge them,
and murder haunts them.
Still they try,
With freedom the prize.
Fighting an invisable force,
only seen to them.
They weren't murderers,
They were just like you and me.
But on-the-job-training,
taught them everything.
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