rage in scattered souls struck by lying hopes
rage kept suppressed enough to burst but yet remains
where's his rights?
where's his life?
where's the dreams he was making before all this?
let it out
and fight without
security of fate made to wipe you out
rage in neighbourhoods you wouldn't dare to live
failed
struggle has fed them
but they don't win
facing ground
life ran dry
all eyes on you
until the 7th day
and thousands cry
and thousands break
until the 7th day
no human, no
atonement

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