It's almost like we're all trapped inside a scorching building
The only constant in our lives is the hurt we're feeling
A consistent ache that breeds misdealing
Bitterness clouded by a haze, without revealing
The anguish and stains we hoped to keep in
A demonic seed that pulsates and masticates
Chewing on the twisted pride and settled fates
Blatant fervor for a cause that can't be erased
Convince us that there's really nothing wrong
It's an illusion, calculated mis-choosing, we've exaggerated all along
Say those words with meaning and bring the proof
Get embroiled in the problems and avoid being aloof
Like the other ones, the figures who said they'd always be there
Figures not realizing care is constant, brought up unaware
Of the struggle, of the ever-present issues, innumerable battles
Prattle and rattle ring the fruits of labor in toiled torsos
More so to aid ourselves than the corporate electorate, or so
We were led to believe, led by the sleeve, led down a path that only ended in deceit
Have to grieve when there's nothing left, when you're the only one standing, still have to detest
Fated to be depressed, check-less, without due rest we do less
And move less, fight less against being oppressed
Honestly I'm impressed, the struggle goes without saying
That an issue could be buried for years without mention
Without contention, without due process, we put patriots in detention
And meanwhile all the targeted are too brainwashed to pay attention
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