I'm stuck with the meaning
of what really life is
a daily routine or a forsed dirty habit
I'm so sick of the templates
and world they present me
belive I've got so much
but still I have nothing
and I hate this comfort that I'm supposed to feel
it fills my mind with million digits
and keeps me focused on what i need
it keeps me struggling to survive
as long as I don't lose my mind
they never seem be quite right
for not one
chance of revolution inside this heart
so this is our world
we were born to suit the system
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