Even I can’t see it with my own eyes They are all damned to rot to complete our lives And comfort has made us believe that we can’t do anything about it They can’t fight, cus they don’t speak our language
It’s stuck inside my head, I wont get over it I do believe the hype
Not even my mind is set to discourage it Someday i’ll find a way to not just sit And wait for better days and wait for someone else to deal with it Deal with it Deal with it
Sometimes I talk to myself in the mirror, Sometimes i ask myself why, Sometimes i don’t know the answer, Most times i don’t know why