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Surrounding me is a picture of a world gone wrong,
Paved with sickness and the broken young,
Count the saved, count the graves. Count the cuts and taste the blood in the rain.
They are the worthless unforgiving, the murdered amongst the living.
So why spend you're time, waiting and wishing and praying for a better living.
When your force-fed their decisions. You'll all just get bitten again.
I can't piece together the problems, I'm telling you to think for yourself.
I can't put peace in the violence; I'm not going to fight it.
I can feel the breath on the back of my neek,
I'm spitting blood to get your voice out my head.
I'm feeding on the pain of the sick, the needle and the hospital bed.
We are nothing like these creature. Guilty, scarred, I can't forget.
You starve pride to feed your selfishness.
We are nothing like these creatures. Guilty, scarred, I can't forget.
You still feed the hunger leading you to your death;
You'll give it up when you've got not a time left.
You're breeding in a national debt. You starve pride to feed your selfishness.
Surrounding me is a picture of a world gone wrong,
Paved with sickness and the broken young.
Count the saved, count the graves. Count the cuts and taste the blood in the rain.
Have we given up ? Should we hang the bastard young ?
To save them from the nothing that so many have become.
We're all dead behind the eyes, were just dreaming of a better life.
We're all dead behind the eyes, were just dreaming of a better life.
We are nothing like these creatures.
Guilty, scarred, I can't forget. You starve pride to feed your selfishness.
We are nothing, like these creatures. Guilty, scarred, I can't forget.
I let the bastards surround me.