Lyrics:
I did some reading, the so called "facts" seemed too deceiving.
And, oh brother, what I discovered, gave me an eerie feeling.
There's a wage gap, there's an age gap, there's a very low glass ceiling.
And your race, predicts your place in a rat rave.
There's no grace, it's just disgrace and it leaves a bitter taste.
We fell from grace, but that grace, was empty space.
We burn our minds and waste our time, burn our waste into the sky
and I'm alive, because I fight,
think, speak, smile and sometimes cry.
And with haste, filled with rage,
I procrastinate,
spreading hate, by sitting still.
Spreading hate by sitting still.
The world's embrace, the truths we face,
one in four in depression's cage.
and global warming is a bitch,
new beach houses for the rich.
seven hundred million
people starving
and I'm spreading hate by sitting still.
Spreading hate by sitting still.
the complexities of modern society, addressing issues of inequality, environmental degradation, and mental health struggles. Through raw and introspective verses, the song confronts uncomfortable truths and challenges listeners to reflect on their role in shaping the world around them.
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