Where the fuck are we? Struggling to death a world where you cant get ahead Its a race world of who hates more Watch your step or youll end up dead Your soul lives on or so they say You wont find out til your dying day And until then you wish you werent alive In order to find out you have to try to survive You can hardly believe, tears clog your eyes You live your life like you want to die Youd lose control if you had it Youd sell your soul if you believed in it You know my pain is real, ive spoke of it to you Now tell me brother when Im down And out is there a fucking thing I can do?
clog, youd, struggling, soul, hardly