Why honour the roles we've been assigned when they only
It's a sick world and innocence doesn't last any longer
Who would have thought it would end like this? Under
In generation after generation the seeds of submission find fertile
Searching for a pillar of strength in a confusing world.
I'm trying to plug my ears to the white noise
So here I am, picking up the pieces of broken
Give me one reason not to hate all that I
I've watched too many friends destroy themselves, searching for fulfillment
I don't want to think about
the way things were
Cause i've
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