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Pro-Pain - Fed Up lyrics
There are no words that one can say To justify oneself of existing conditions today The race is on and yet the stakes are fucking high So we gather all we can Cause it ain't worth a shit when we die For lack of resistance We cling to our existence Assuming position Aborting your mission Fed up with the fucking lies Fed up with the world's demise Fed up with the human race I'll disappear without a trace Trying times - no peace of mind So we fight amongst ourselves And we'll leave next to nothing behind Fill the void - to satisfy So we bite the hand that feeds us A seemingly endless supply In search for a saviour Condoning this behaviour Denial - we live in When all is not forgiven |
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