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My body is feeling weak

My head is full of doubt

I don't know where my world is

Or what it's all about

The things that made me glad

Are running down the drain

I can't afford to feel sad

As it takes up half my brain

Materials that don't matter

Take men under their control

They can't hear the pitter-patter

Of the last drops of their soul

A cancer to the earth

A burden to the gods

What point does it really serve?

What really are the odds?

They take more than they give

No air to replace the fumes

No food to sustain to live

More dead to fill the tombs

Conversation is a dead art

Speech is a useless tool

If you can’t live to play the part

Then you’ve listened to the fools

Just because there are weapons

Doesn't mean it’s an armory

Just cause there ain't no whips & chains

Doesn't mean it ain't slavery

Sacrifice the immaculate

Stone the priests in the road

Try too hard to calculate

What you reaped from the sowed

Your gods are all a fable

But the devil’s in a thousand men

They need to keep power stable

So they teach you how to sin

Mother taught you wrong

Father wasn't there

I can't finish this song

Let’s just end it here