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Miserable World
The world is becoming a miserable place
We still blame a person of foreign race
We can't go back as our hearts are black
and our prejudices are frozen and stuck.
I need to know the truth of why I'm here
The meaning of my suffering and all my fears
Why did God allow innocence to disappear
Bound me in ropes until the end of my years.
I used to believe in Christ but I denied him
I thought back to the days of my bleeding limbs
Why should I pretend to feel his holiness
When all my dark days haven't ended in bliss
Once my legacy comes, I will die
Not like you fucking cared of I
To you, I am empty and meaningless
Some-one to use until you clean up my mess
When I was a child, I dreamed of success
Dying to be an adult to suffer less
But it ended in tears, not second gear
and now I'm back to my original fear
I want to lash out at the family man
The truth is I didn't had a plan
I wanted a boy and a little girl
A wife who I could give my pearls
I just wanted to be the whole of a dream
But now I have rage, I want to scream
I'm just the dirt, beneath filthy feet
My black heart, painfully barely beats
The truth of the matter is all has scattered
Every part of me has been flattened
I just want to jump from the highest floor
Fly to my death and swim to the shore
The shore of a new I that wasn't supposed to die.
We still blame a person of foreign race
We can't go back as our hearts are black
and our prejudices are frozen and stuck.
I need to know the truth of why I'm here
The meaning of my suffering and all my fears
Why did God allow innocence to disappear
Bound me in ropes until the end of my years.
I used to believe in Christ but I denied him
I thought back to the days of my bleeding limbs
Why should I pretend to feel his holiness
When all my dark days haven't ended in bliss
Once my legacy comes, I will die
Not like you fucking cared of I
To you, I am empty and meaningless
Some-one to use until you clean up my mess
When I was a child, I dreamed of success
Dying to be an adult to suffer less
But it ended in tears, not second gear
and now I'm back to my original fear
I want to lash out at the family man
The truth is I didn't had a plan
I wanted a boy and a little girl
A wife who I could give my pearls
I just wanted to be the whole of a dream
But now I have rage, I want to scream
I'm just the dirt, beneath filthy feet
My black heart, painfully barely beats
The truth of the matter is all has scattered
Every part of me has been flattened
I just want to jump from the highest floor
Fly to my death and swim to the shore
The shore of a new I that wasn't supposed to die.
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