We are the ones you call uneducated, we´re jaded, ill-fated.
Take a look around cause we´re not separated, you hate it, we crave it.
Going the distance, with a show of resistance.
try and do an number, christ I´ll put you under.
We are the ones you said we´re going nowhere. No hope there.
You said we don´t care.
Adjust your fucking mind cause we aint fucking dying. Stop prying.
Stop crying.
On and on it goes.
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