All this time, that passes and then drains the life inside so much so that we soon tire and the fire that burns
with desire nothing seems to inspire, nothing s ever new again. Day in and day out we take this shit in
large amounts, we can t seem to recall what it is to be innocent. Slaving everyday, to simply get our pay,
it is the American way to be born, live, and die sedated. Everyday I wake up, and to God I pray that
this won t be my final day. Every minute flashes, another chance passes, a chance to change from chances
I create. Throw away my wasted life. Put your trust in me. Why don t you open up your eyes and you will see