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pseudo-hope (profile) wrote,
on 9-12-2005 at 5:17pm
Music: rise against
Subject: black masks and gasoline
Simply because you can breathe,
Doesnít mean youíre alive,
Or that you really live,
This life here has taken itís toll
And she just doesnít know how much more she can give

But here, at the top of the world, I raise my hands and I clench my fists,
They stand before me below demanding the answers with flips of a switch

I donít understand where you got this idea,
So deeply engrained in your head
That this world is something that you must impress,
Because I couldnít care less

A need for revolutionís rising, it comes to the surface, gasping for air,
Weíre not putting up with this planet one more day much less one more year

I donít understand where you got this idea,
So deeply engrained in your head
That this world is something that you must impress,
Because I couldnít care less

So here and now, in our rotting nation
The blood, it pours, itís all on our hands now
We live, in fear, of our own potential
To win, to lose, itís all on our hands now

I have an amerikan dream,
But it involves black masks and gasoline,
One day Iíll turn these thoughts into screams,
At a world turned itís back down on me

I donít understand where you got this idea,
So deeply engrained in your head
That this world is something that you must impress,
Because I couldnít care less
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