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protest
aim our guns to the skies
held under our chins
protesting life itself
in global suicide
why stay?
why procrastinate the inevitable?
enjoy life?
how?
we're all just suffering in our own little worlds
in our own little ways
alone
why not stir up some shit
in a real communal spirit
there's nothing for us here
this is all just a sick fucking game
let's see what comes next
let's call their bluff
they don't think we have the balls
let's all just leave
in a loud ringing collective blast
that the ends of the universe hears
and too many souls to keep up with
going through the booking process
as the higher-ups shake their heads
trying to keep track of all the paperwork
saying: "god fucking damn"
held under our chins
protesting life itself
in global suicide
why stay?
why procrastinate the inevitable?
enjoy life?
how?
we're all just suffering in our own little worlds
in our own little ways
alone
why not stir up some shit
in a real communal spirit
there's nothing for us here
this is all just a sick fucking game
let's see what comes next
let's call their bluff
they don't think we have the balls
let's all just leave
in a loud ringing collective blast
that the ends of the universe hears
and too many souls to keep up with
going through the booking process
as the higher-ups shake their heads
trying to keep track of all the paperwork
saying: "god fucking damn"
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