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You can’t make the world better when everything is shit
Suicide rate is rising, you can’t fire me, I quit
Kids are used to liars, thank Santa Claus
Meanwhile in Congress, they think they’re the boss
I don’t miss the past because its gone
I’m only trying to carry on
To a place away from all of this
A utopia that doesn’t reek of piss
An ideal world beyond our grasp
Surrounded by a venomous asp
Cheap shots thrown at those that speak out
Bloated aristocrats suffer from gout
All the dreamers are now insomniacs
Now all the heroes have panic attacks
Something has to give
If we are to live