Days go by without fail
Weeks go by and I'm ready to bail
None of us feel happy, too much depression
But some of us are still fighting against oppression
Hate and war in everyday life
Kids holding onto each other, huddled together with no light
The path we go... the people we try to save...
What's the point? We all end up in graves
Society is quickly crumbling
The ground beneath us rumbling
People around me stumbling
So many words... it's all just incoherent mumbling
The end is near
Everyone but me screaming in fear
The ground around me sinking
I walk on without thinking

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