Fists filled with torn bloody dollars raised to the sky
No love in our hearts so we dare not to have hope
We were taught to believe that the truth was a lie
When it gets too intense we’ll just run and smoke dope
With the weight of their dirt on our wings we can’t fly
This type of thick filth shall not be cleansed with just soap
It’s so cold here we can’t remember how to cry
We gave up on our true selves so we could stay high
The next desire prevents the end of a rope
Once we’ve realized we can’t win this game we just die
We embrace the darkness and with death we elope.
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