Bread Pit
So much crumb around me to feed the irony
I always thought I was born in a golden bed
But now I look at this and I must realize
All the bread that others are willing to die for
Reaching the pit of hypocrisy
Feeding our lies
How lucky we are to be alive
With a good life
While others are trying to survive
Reaching the pit of hypocrisy
Feeding your demise
And we just can't fight
This is modern slavery
I need to get away from this
I have to run away, as fast as I can
With one hand I give
With the other I'll take away
It's sad how I'm not ashamed
I was supposed to feel bad
But I guess I'm just okay
I'm standing in the most beautiful brеad pit
I need to get away, but I want to stay in it
I live in the most drеadful bread pit
And I don't care if your plate is finished
I have to run away, as fast as I can
With one hand I give
With the other I'll take away
It's sad how I'm not ashamed
I was supposed to feel bad
But I guess I'm just okay
All the bread that others are
Willing to die for
Falling apart
Take the guilt away from me
Burn everything in my eyes
Take the guilt away from me
Burn everything in my eyes
My eyes
So much crumb around me to feed the irony
I always thought I was born in a golden bed
But now I look around and I must realize
All this bread that others are willing to die for
All this bread that others are
Willing to die for
To die for
All the bread that others are
Willing to die for
To die for
Within the pit
I always thought I was born in a golden bed
But now I look at this and I must realize
All the bread that others are willing to die for
Reaching the pit of hypocrisy
Feeding our lies
How lucky we are to be alive
With a good life
While others are trying to survive
Reaching the pit of hypocrisy
Feeding your demise
And we just can't fight
This is modern slavery
I need to get away from this
I have to run away, as fast as I can
With one hand I give
With the other I'll take away
It's sad how I'm not ashamed
I was supposed to feel bad
But I guess I'm just okay
I'm standing in the most beautiful brеad pit
I need to get away, but I want to stay in it
I live in the most drеadful bread pit
And I don't care if your plate is finished
I have to run away, as fast as I can
With one hand I give
With the other I'll take away
It's sad how I'm not ashamed
I was supposed to feel bad
But I guess I'm just okay
All the bread that others are
Willing to die for
Falling apart
Take the guilt away from me
Burn everything in my eyes
Take the guilt away from me
Burn everything in my eyes
My eyes
So much crumb around me to feed the irony
I always thought I was born in a golden bed
But now I look around and I must realize
All this bread that others are willing to die for
All this bread that others are
Willing to die for
To die for
All the bread that others are
Willing to die for
To die for
Within the pit
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