Wake up
And lie there with your solemn tear
Trickling down since the moon gave in to your crooked stare
It lacks the heart you wish to bare
A moronic affair with your belligerence and your
Sick to death?
Try being oppressed for years on end
As clear as the glass that's not even filled half empty yet
Yet and you
Take this for granted with your 2020 vision know it all population
Would you be proud?
To call this your home
Mostly built of lies within your ignorance empire
Are you proud?
What are you owed?
Really it means nothing to have some colours in a flag
Sick to death?
Try being oppressed for years on end
As clear as the glass that's not even filled half empty yet
Yet and you
Take this for granted with your 2020 vision know it all population
Take this for granted with your 2020 vision know it all population
Designating your graves too early
That we're diving with you
Pretentious ugly fucking humans
Pretending in White Gold