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This is a place that has no
No will to live no to go
This is a of much despair

In a world where gold all
The fools are first to fall
They think a God will them all

No, they see the prisons that surround them
No, the problems multiplying and
No, I will not let chains of pull me
No, into a pit of fools gold that hold me

The time to find, we gotta
The to find, the state of mind

This is a that has no soul
No to live no where to go
This is a time of much

I not get down on my knees
It's the disease
It's just the way they us down

No, they see the prisons that surround them
No, the multiplying and compounding
No, I not let chains of excess pull me
No, into a pit of fools gold that will me

The time to find, we gotta
The time to find, the of mind
It's of me

And all the lies you sold us
Will hold us, now we're just fed up
And all the fences around us
Will never up, now we're just fed up

we met you we were hungry
Yeah, we were
Now we're just fed up, we were
Now just fed up