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Fed Up
There are no words that one can say
To justify oneself of existing conditions today
The race is on and yet the stakes are fuc*** high
So we gather all we can
Cause it ain't worth a shit when we die
For lack of resistance
We cling to our existence
Assuming position
Aborting your mission
Fed up with the fuc*** lies
Fed up with the world's demise
Fed up with the human race
I'll disappear without a trace
Trying times - no peace of mind
So we fight amongst ourselves
And we'll leave next to nothing behind
Fill the void - to satisfy
So we bite the hand that feeds us
A seemingly endless supply
In search for a saviour
Condoning this behaviour
Denial - we live in
When all is not forgiven