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
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
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Writer(s): Anton A Newcombe
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