Tied out laces, dirt on all our faces
We can't fit in with the crowd:
Uneven teeth, dried out lips
Do we ever feel a bit proud?
Empty pockets, plenty of losses
As our problems echo so loud.
_They don't see us; as we see them all._
Torn out socks, shoes with rocks
Kicked by the foot of life:
Bleeding noses, and dead roses
Our gardens never survive:
Living divided, we're all misguided
At the edge of a sharp knife.
_They don't see us; as we see them all._
__Look at us!__
They think they're better driving fancy cars,
__Look at us!__
They think they're better spending chips at bars,
__Look at us!__
They think they're better buying off the people,
__Look at us!__
They think they're better treating us less than equals,
__Look at us!__
They think they're better with their ass' sunlit,
But even if you try to hide it; we all go through some _shït._
_We are the misfortunate;_
_Who missed good fortunes_
_We are ringing in your head?_
But do you ever hear us calling?
Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 2:08 PM UTC
Tied out laces, dirt on all our faces
We can't fit in with the crowd:
Uneven teeth, dried out lips
Do we ever feel a bit proud?
Empty pockets, plenty of losses
As our problems echo so loud.
_They don't see us; as we see them all._
Torn out socks, shoes with rocks
Kicked by the foot of life:
Bleeding noses, and dead roses
Our gardens never survive:
Living divided, we're all misguided
At the edge of a sharp knife.
_They don't see us; as we see them all._
__Look at us!__
They think they're better driving fancy cars,
__Look at us!__
They think they're better spending chips at bars,
__Look at us!__
They think they're better buying off the people,
__Look at us!__
They think they're better treating us less than equals,
__Look at us!__
They think they're better with their ass' sunlit,
But even if you try to hide it; we all go through some _shït._
_We are the misfortunate;_
_Who missed good fortunes_
_We are ringing in your head?_
But do you ever hear us calling?
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