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Thereâs a road that Iâm sick of driving where the traffic never clears
and the drivers are striving to escape the death tolls and escape the death holes
No matter where I go it always stays the same
Thereâs a life that Iâm sick of leading looking to the man on my knees and pleading
I understand he may have mouths to feed but heâs fuckin us over with his dirty deeds
Daylight, midnight â It doesnât matter as long as it feels right
Erupt, explode â something tells me we have started a fire
Debit, credit â itâs a piece of plastic with a made up number
Upset, offset â something is off in the balance of power
Reality is what itâs meant to be so we cannot see what we refuse to see
We will fail ourselves
Reality is what itâs meant to be so we cannot see what we refuse to see
We will fail ourselves
Reality is what itâs meant to be so we cannot see what we refuse to see
We will fail ourselves
Reality is what itâs meant to be so we cannot see what we refuse to see
We will fail ourselves
Reality is what itâs meant to be so we cannot see what we refuse to see
We will fail ourselves
Reality is what itâs meant to be so we cannot see what we refuse to see
We will fail ourselves