Thirsting for the absolute left you drunk on a quest for the truth. A newfound sense of salvation, empty in the eyes, mind on vacation. They got their
Clenched fist I'm in a rage I can't control my anger now The more they lie to us The more I want to bring them down Everywhere we turn We're being
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Staring into the sun, his eyes tearing and burning. Thoughts of that warm day he closed up his heart to the world. Few walked beside him, many just
Standing against the odds to take back what they took. Some fight with stones, some fight with guns. But instead I choose to fight with my pen and my
I've spent my life questioning everything Sometimes what is placed right in front of us I find so hard to believe It can crush us so hard That it
The sun is setting on my back ON MY BACK As I run from the problems I just can't face today Just can't face today Overwhelmed I'm so distraught
We need to rebuild a sense of community We can only begin with YOU AND ME Picking up all the pieces we've spent Our past years CHIPPING AWAY We need
You're leaving me and I DON'T KNOW WHY All I know is that I'm saying goodbye I wished to god it would be okay but I guess life doesn't go that way
I wish I could erase it all The history The memories Every downfall Now is the time to draw that line Fuck the cutthroat man Fuck the corporate
Tired and beaten. Voice withering away to nothing. I'm walking in the footsteps made by those who have been defeated. I've watched men and women made
So here's a story about a city with a secret Everyone one here is the life of the party And everyone who's anyone is everyone's biggest fan. If they
I REFUSE To believe in blind traditions or buy into this fake world I will not ignore the truth I won't follow the sheep and be fooled I refuse
So much more than just a shell But you cant fucking see You love whats fucking cool More than the air that you breathe You could change the hair
We're the sons and daughters of the poor man, the middle class man, forced down to serve by the rich man's hand. This is the perspective of a poor dead
You know my tongue bleeds sometimes From biting down for a good reason I just can't go silent any longer When those great pretenders Fake what they
I can't accept what's been done I'll question the motives Of all things under the sun There's something wrong When a man is kept down By another
You left us all for dead Standing in the ashes Of a world you've destroyed All we want is a chance to grow A chance to be something more CRUSHED
