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We feel sick, broken down, drug ourselves, underground No one cares, we curse you all, we curse ourselves, in hopes we fall Friday night and I made the best of it I passed out before I could invest in it Understand it won't make sense But I don't value innocence I don't hope for anything Enemy? Fuck the pride Come on over to our side We're the same, just afraid What's the difference when we're all dying? Oh my God, we're so set In our own ways that we forget We are insignificant We'll be gone, soon be forgotten When you said to me I was dead to you I accepted that I disagreed with you What we want, we don't know Give us cages, let us go Give us guns From Letras Mania