exhaust your ideals
let everyone know
but when the sh** hits the fan where do they go
desperate for a cause
what will it be this week
contradictions fill my ears from every word you speak
so proud of yourself and everything you're about
best of luck with your phony route
so sick of these fashionites and pseudo activists
caring is just another trend among these mindless pricks
a walking billboard
a pathetic spectacle
no one's impressed with the identity you stole
so proud of yourself and everything you're about
best of luck with your phony route
committed to a self indulgent search
for nothing
you're nothing
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decay and anguish consume the streets
i see it in the eyes of everyone i meet
i'm always hurt
all i feel is sorrow
with the way things are will we even see tomorrow
fighting my apathy
feels like i'm lost at sea
i've spent my life wondering
wondering how things will be
there is no shore
no goal in sight
humanity
a selfish blight
no progress, no growth
culture is tainted
our fate's in the hands of reckless and braindead
no shore in sight