| I am the bearer of bad news,
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| It’s not alright and it’s not gonna be okay,
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| We are the final generation,
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| This is the end of days,
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| Is it just me or are we losing our minds?
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| Problems overwhelm we start falling behind,
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| Society’s illness diagnosis is fucked,
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| There’s no one to believe in,
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| There’s no one to trust,
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| No foundation, no direction,
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| Fate far worse than death,
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| hunting, searching, killing time,
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| Single parent child, an endless line,
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| We are the unwanted voice of the paranoid,
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| The medically sedated, emotionally devoid,
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| Sick of a world that refuses to know,
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| Waiting for the chance so long over due,
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| I am a witness to the crimes of the world all the bridges we burned,
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| The fuse is lit, there’s no turning back,
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| We have passes the point of no return. |