Tomorrow is here
Damned by the speed of time
Imagine when becomes where did it go
Mindless people, they shake hands and smile
I should introduce myself with a slap
A nation of a million fools,
Programmed by the media's mainline
Logic and reason - How does it escape your thoughts?
Half the truth enveloped in lies
Face life with a vengeance
Shattered by an instant death
A bloody end to a hopless life
And then a chilling thought to the point of madness
Left in a grip of terror
Left to try
Recapture myself with a gun to my head
In a grip of paranoia
With a gun to my head
My spirit stands alone in a room
A bloody end to a hopeless life
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