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[00:11.69]Surrounding me is a picture of a world gone wrong,
[00:15.21]Paved with sickness and the broken young.
[00:18.52]Count the saved, count the graves.
[00:21.59]Count the cuts and taste the blood of the rain.
[00:26.52]They are worthless unforgiving, the murdered amongst the living.
[00:36.72]So why spend your time, waiting and wishing and praying for a better living.
[00:46.77]When you're force-fed their decisions.
[00:53.04]You'll all just get bitten again.
[01:00.28]I can't piece together the problems,
[01:04.71]I'm telling you to think for yourself.
[01:07.83]I can't put peace in the violence;
[01:10.64]I'm not going to fight it.
[01:12.66]I can feel the breath on the back of my neck,
[01:15.38]I'm spitting blood to get your voice out of my head.
[01:18.76]I'm feeding on the pain of the sick,
[01:21.11]the needle and the hospital bed.
[01:24.80]We are nothing like these creatures.
[01:30.21]Guilty, scarred, I can't forget.
[01:32.69]You starve pride to feed your selfishness.
[01:36.31]We are nothing like these creatures.
[01:41.39]Guilty, scarred, I can't forget.
[01:44.25]You still feed the hunger leading you to your death;
[01:47.00]You'll give it up when you've got no time left.
[01:49.82]You're breeding in a national debt.
[01:53.03]You starve pride to feed your selfishness.
[02:05.90]Surrounding me is a picture of a world gone wrong.
[02:09.01]Paved with sickness and the broken young.
[02:12.17]Count the saved, count the graves.
[02:15.14]Count the cuts and taste the blood in the rain.
[02:30.12]Have we given up? Should we hang our bastard young?
[02:35.80]To save them from the nothing that so many have become.
[02:54.12]We're all dead behind the eyes,
[02:56.87]we're just dreaming of a better life.
[02:59.95]We're all dead behind the eyes,
[03:02.76]we're just dreaming of a better life.
[03:19.65]We are nothing like these creatures.
[03:24.56]Guilty, scarred, I can't forget.
[03:27.28]You starve pride to feed your selfishness.
[03:30.89]We are nothing like those creatures.
[03:36.13]Guilty, scarred, I can't forget.
[03:50.38]I let the bastards surround me.