We feel sick, broken down, drug ourselves, underground
No one cares, we curse you all, we curse ourselves, in hopes we fall
Friday night and I made the best of it
I passed out before I could invest in it
Understand it won't make sense
But I don't value innocence
I don't hope for anything
Enemy? Fuck the pride
Come on over to our side
We're the same, just afraid
What's the difference when we're all dying?
Oh my God, we're so set
In our own ways that we forget
We are insignificant
We'll be gone, soon be forgotten
When you said to me I was dead to you
I accepted that I disagreed with you
What we want, we don't know
Give us cages, let us go
Give us guns
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