This one is about how the current state of everything is effecting us all, and we’re the only ones that can really do anything. In the end, we have to help ourselves.
Coming home to this shell
Of empty laughter
And broken smiles
I don’t even have to see it
Behind the breaking eyes
I can feel it
Everytime I do
A small part of me dies
My mother always tried
To do her best
Through every trial and test
While at night, in bed she cried
And the fuckin’ lying-ass leader
Breaking promises left and right
I still know fucker’s without jobs
And we ain’t out of that worthless fight
And saying that he could fix
What the idiot before him sent to Hell
And things aren’t getting well
They just seem to get worse
So fuck the apethetic government
That put so many into Hell
They don’t give a fuck about the people
That put them in office
Just making their pockets deeper
‘Til they have to go home
Like a rapist does
Taking what he wants
And leaving her to suffer
Alone
Confused
Broken
Suffering
Only in this case
Babies go hungry
Families freeze
Yet these bastards are
Too stupid to see
How we’re affected by their
Financial tyranny
So fuck their jobs
And fuck their schools
And all the ways they try to lead
My money to their pockets
I’ll get my crop from these seeds
And cash my crop from this weed
Turn a profit from this lab
And bring a little something new
To these dead streets
And maybe even
Some smaller feats
But my friends and blood
Won’t have to go without cash
And feel so mashed
By being bankrupt
And finally the happiness
Will return to my shell of a home
And we won’t feel so alone
‘Cause when all is said and done
All we have is each other
The government still standing still
As they always will
So I guess I got to sell my soul
And I got to go to Hell
If I ever hope to do well
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