Gotta wonder
these days
what people
really thing of the world
feeling the insanity
like a plague
never asking
what will happen next
do we honestly care
are we that screwed up already
maybe it's both
doomed from the start
the moment we took
our first breath
screamin' at the top of our lungs
just a child
made for the world to burn
gotta swallow the fear
but they'll take it
right out of your fingers
gonna steal the pride
marching along
for what they call free
but all these blind eyes
can't buy more time
we'll take it from here
roll with smarts
don't need to act the part

The End

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