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conformity and uniforms we're brainwashed from the day we're born and every day we're living dead repeating all the lies we're fed sock monkeys and leather bears unite against the billionaires trade ideas or hug it out cuz isn't that what life's about? if i could shed a tear i'd think about them every day of every fucking year it's in every single winter's day as i see my shadow fade away it would seem that every humble plea dictates a door without a key these dilapidated broken bones in this empty shell that i call my home all point at me the same way to cloudy skies and early graves and they all sing a song to follow them to cask and urn where they all say that i belong apoyo la lucha en mexico los pobres contra los vampyros ricos a las zapatistas en chiapas tienen los huevos, arroz y papas Letras de cancionesi haven't slept in 7 weeks my voice is gone, can't hardly speak and something's hurt too deep inside but it's coming out where it can't hide if i could shed a tear i'd think about them every day of every fucking year and they all sing a song to follow them to cask and urn where they all say that i belong and so everywhere i see the dead buried underground and in my head and now the risk is crystal clear i might kill myself from living here but what is life but constant changing i'd take it all and rearrange it cuz what is there to fucking fear? we're stagnating, wish you were here if i could shed a tear i'd think about them every day of every fucking year and they all sing a song to follow them to cask and urn where they all say that i belong From Letras Mania