Trade For Hatred

Once again I’m inside this room
Four walls and no doors or windows
I stand up and stare, I know where I am
So I walk to the corner of this dark
It’s where I’ve been so many times
This is the furthest corner of my mind

This is where the mocking voices are born
This is where I go when I’m feeling lonely
The voices may mock me but its company
One of these days I’m not coming back
I think about it everyday

Everyone outside sits at the corporate lens
Taking pictures of the killing and massacres
Makes good news does the smell of decay
And these are the martyr’s of today, what a wreck
Sick pretentious bastards lining you up for the kill
Make that your loved ones too, to make good news
People who would kill the world for a paycheck
And they know it

The government leaders who feast on blood
And then sign human skin to pay for their meal
Don’t f*king lie to yourself, they’re in control
And there’s nothing that you can do about it
And there never was, Democracy is a lie
And you know it

People walk around un-aware of the injustice
Or are they just blind to the reality of now
So take a seat and say your prayers
Don’t be shocked as skin tears
The people who care never did
But it makes good news
And you know it

Never felt so underrated
Never felt this despised
Never felt so hated
Never felt compromise

Sometimes I’m hated
Feel underrated
Sometimes it’s fated
Trade for hatred

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