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Well I'm broken down, feeling the groundPushing up hard against meThis world is hate, self-loathing innateAnd we're killing ourselves for greedI can't make time, no reason or rhymeI'm seeing I'm good just to keep my mindI can't save you, I can't save meNo hope to hope for hope for hope was freeAnd so were wePause, cut, wait, I am stopping the tapeAin't safe, too late to sayWhat watchdogs hate, the one's we put at the gate'Til they turned and came straight our wayNo right to fight, no right to fleeNo rights for you, no rights for meNo right to write, no right to beNo right, no wrong, right out to seaSoC'est la vieWoe is meC'est la vieWoe are weSoC'est la vieWoe are weYeah From Letras Mania