Squander What RemainsMature

It's one man's view of how the current money woes of the world make his life misery, and how he wants to escape the endless cycle of depression

I'm stuck around in an endless cycle

Wasting away all of my hours

Hope is gone and all my money's lost

So it seems I'm devoid of any power

 

The skies are grey and I'm caught in the rain

The days go on, nothing numbs the pain

If only someone could answer my question

How the fuck do I end this endless depression

 

Born into a generation expecting no living

People growing up without identity

I'll squander my life going drinking

Maybe we'll tear down this falling city

 

The skies are grey and I'm caught in the rain

The days go on, nothing numbs the pain

If only someone could answer my question

How the fuck do I end this endless depression

 

I want what they throw away

When they gambled everything in the golden days

Punishment for us, history rewinds and repeats

Punishment for us, so the masters can be saved

 

The skies are grey and I'm caught in the rain

The days go on, nothing numbs the pain

If only someone could answer my question

How the fuck do I end this endless depression

 

Nothing good will come of these years....

 

The End

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