Angry faces, cursing loud, changing places, falling proud
behind the bomb, no one cares time is money, we're taught to tear
* It's all part of the process, we are all looking down,
all we want is some success, but the chance is never around.
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How can we show, how to feel? Situation, aint so real.
Chopping wood, won't stop the rage We need targets on war we wage.
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You smash they grab, til its gone Attempt to grow and fix undone.
And I am the way, it's all to scale We're all companions on which we sail.
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And the chance....