| Sinking underwater
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| Under pressure, paralyzing me
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| It’s our generation, broken nation, it consumes me
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| Me, our collective sadness turns to madness
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| It’s psychiatry
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| Weighted by our issues, by our problems, we need therapy
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| It’s dark inside our crooked minds
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| We’re looking for a glimpse of light
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| But we don’t know what we’re aiming for
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| Overwhelming, the weight, pushing
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| Overwhelming, how it washes over me
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| Sitting at the bottom of the ladder of society
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| Billionaire oppression, new recession, it’s depressing me
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| How they just control us, try to hold us like we’re on their strings
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| Dancing when they pull us, when they fool us
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| Saying that we’re free
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| It’s dark inside our crooked minds
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| We’re looking for a glimpse of light
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| But we don’t know what we’re aiming for
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| Overwhelming, the weight, pushing
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| Overwhelming, how it washes over me
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| Every generation has their trials, tribulations
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| That’s a hard fact of life
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| But if we keep complaining, know that no ones gonna save us
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| All of these deaf ears won’t hear our screams
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| Overwhelming, the weight, pushing
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| Overwhelming, how it washes over me |