Thoughts On a Sunday

I don't want to
I don't want to
I don't want to listen
Throw a brick in the face of society
I hate this goddamn system
Profit to the wealthiest
Handouts to the poor
Fight them all, fight them all
Fight them all
Gritting teeth 24 - 7, I keep walking through these streets
With a fist in my pocket, waiting for relief
I'm at shame, I'm a part
Never had no choice at all
Keep your mouth shut

You can't outlive a lie
When you're born into it
You're fucking scum
I hate you and your privilege
But I'd rather make my life a hell
Than to participate
In what I fervently despise

Close the windows, lock the doors
Be the fuel to break down these walls
Kill the rich and die



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Writer(s): Jan Mülheims
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