What's Left To Scream About
Pressure
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Scratching at the bottom of a barrell
Looking for the faces of my rage
Anger broduced for the sake of a song
Faking dismay for just a moment
Contrived, forced without reason
Priveledged upbringing. Silver spoon in mouth
Treat your wealth just like a fucking curse
Sworn to rebellion, but it could be so much worse
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Sworn to rebellion, but it could be so much worse
What's left to scream about?
Why am I losing my voice?
This bullshit angst it's just a passing fad