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Here I sit at a desk, put words to text
Fail to see the reason, misunderstood by the next
Ashamed of the denigration
Deterioration of the nation
Claims of violence, valid humiliation
Powdered with spirit of bold brutality
Conscious of nothing, destination: fatality
Streets of pain, misery, loss
We all know the scene, all aware of the cost
Burn it all, tear it down and leave to rest
Get rid of the grime, leave us to face the test
Perhaps a world void of the ignorant
Cleaned of the unwise
Drained of the naive
Eliminate the shame
Who am I to believe that such a possibility can be conceived
See, the world has already left me deceived
Never relieved
Excuse my realization that freedom can't be achieved
No matter how many times, or days we have dreamed
Hope has gleamed, rips have been seemed
But all in all, hurt is what's deemed
Stripped of it all, casted aside
Such a resolution, one we cannot abide
An improper reesolution to deny all the pain
For the pain is our motivation, what fuels a new strain
Fail to see the reason, misunderstood by the next
Ashamed of the denigration
Deterioration of the nation
Claims of violence, valid humiliation
Powdered with spirit of bold brutality
Conscious of nothing, destination: fatality
Streets of pain, misery, loss
We all know the scene, all aware of the cost
Burn it all, tear it down and leave to rest
Get rid of the grime, leave us to face the test
Perhaps a world void of the ignorant
Cleaned of the unwise
Drained of the naive
Eliminate the shame
Who am I to believe that such a possibility can be conceived
See, the world has already left me deceived
Never relieved
Excuse my realization that freedom can't be achieved
No matter how many times, or days we have dreamed
Hope has gleamed, rips have been seemed
But all in all, hurt is what's deemed
Stripped of it all, casted aside
Such a resolution, one we cannot abide
An improper reesolution to deny all the pain
For the pain is our motivation, what fuels a new strain
