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Waiting for the buzz but the buzz doesn't come trying to solve my problems but i'm running out of rum this situation's constantly on repeat i can't find piece of mind in the jungle of concrete every calculated step's another i can't stand one forward two back in this self-proclaimed promised land no direction and it still seems wrong no protection you're living in the shadow of a bomb it seems i'm always going the wrong way i never know where i'm going at night i just continue down the path lit up by the streetlights devils on both sides here we go here we go screaming out songs of justice, fuck the radio but my thoughts are as empty as the bottle i was sold my refusal of the system is the crutch that i hold drunk to fucking hell as bottles hit the ground there's a riot on the street but is this how it should sound so much pain in the world i'm being taken away so let's make this a long evening and fucking call it a day on the road to nowhere and it still seems wrong you can't find fucking shelter in the shadow of a bomb From Letras Mania