Subculture

Is there anything left worth dying for?
Because the life you let me live, it has never been my own
Lay us in the holes you've dug and we'll turn them into homes we love
With all the family and friends,
You're the reason we're dressed in black

At least I'll die as an honest man in the end
And as the rich soars to the skies
The poor always buried in the ground

What chance did you give?
What choice did we have?

SUBCULTURE
Lay us in the holes you've dug
SUBCULTURE
We'll turn them into homes we love
SUBCULTURE
Lay us in the holes you've dug
SUBCULTURE
That's how you labeled us



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Writer(s): Scenes We Have Missed
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