The Domestic Terrorist

“OUR INHERITANCE” 04 Nov 01

Here you are unloved
Here you are alone
There’s nothing you can do
To find your way back home
We all know life is hard
We all know things are tough
You play the final card
When you’ve had enough

When you’re tired
When hope is empty
All we need is sleep
All we do is work
Because we’re hired
To keep ourselves alive

Here we are in the middle of nowhere
Here we are in the deepest shit
We persevere through all things
And falling governments
We lie and cheat
We do what has to be done
Because its how to survive
Even though it leaves
A bad taste in our gut

Here I am old
here I am tired
Nothing seems to change
clothes always need washing
Sheets need to be made
I betrayed my ideals
But I am still awake
And to think
Man made the world
Like this

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