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They call me what i was

They call me what i was

but what i was, was a freak

an outcast

looking for someone to hold me

i am but a man

walking in this desolate land

trying trying trying

chasing happiness

how i want how i want what i cannot have, it is a mindless pursuit

a mindless pursuit

Breathing in the toxic smog

why am i wrong why cant i have what is mine'

i am a human

what right do you have to to take my right away

no one is free, no one is free

we are slaves

look at one another

living vicariously though our idols

so we don't have to live in our deceitful reality

The crazy ones say trust the system,

wake up

look at the media, how it caters to what we want to hear

i want the truth

no fabrication!

Save the dogs, kill the children

Starvation is a real problem and yet we do nothing

we hate our reality and yet we embrace it

we are civilized savages

drinking the life from those less fortunate

What have we done

gave to a charity?

sent a letter?

About Schmidt?

Ohh what bullshit.

We're controlled

by slaves

slaves to there own sick, sad pursuit of happiness

I am a man, i am sick of seeing humans being lied to

the wrong things in life are wrong

people have taught us to let it go and forgive

There has to be justice though!

We hear of the corruption, yet we stand idly by

doing nothing except watching our dose of medication

sex sells

death sells

our children sells

look at us

we are nothing

we are so blind

the blind leading the blind by the blind

Stand up and scream Freedom

Stand up and scream Freedom

we are not products

we are not mannequins

what right do they have

we are all equals

our government killed off nearly 97 percent of a sovereign nation

nearly 120 years ago

We make Hitler look like a saint

do yo think this government has changed?

they havent

do not be blind

wake up

it is already to late

there is no better time than the now

People are dying of thirst

and we sit here and laugh at the comedy

all comedy truly is a tragedy

while we sit here laughing at this nation of travesty.

God bless the sick

God bless the less fortunate

God do not bless this nation

Bless the ones who need it
Written by LeeMenke
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