Live

Live!

The sadness in them, the madness of them. They fuck the pain away and drink the time away strapped into cubicles, the unpaid armies of the day

They strife to get away live to forget today and drug to take away tomorrow

Id rather

They hurt the ones they love and love the ones they hate, they vote for status quo and dream of things to do

The unloved armies of the sorrow

Id rather

They pray to get away they say "no not this way" in shades and rugs they celebrate the hollow

They lie to have something to say, they hurt to fence away, the horror, but tomorrow is today, the cover can not stay, some time they will have to pay

The untrue armies will feel sorrow

Id rather

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