The Real

You can't ever get enough
You fill your mind with useless stuff
There's no room for what you need
It's killing you, now I believe

There has got to be a way
And to God I hope and pray
He will wake you from your sleep
Or break your neck, now I believe

No one said life would be fair
Though it helps if you're aware
Fight the beast until it dies
Then raise your sword up to the sky



Credits
Writer(s): Anton A Newcombe
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