shackles everywhere
cannot find the optimism in my anger anymore
cannot drink and laugh to the fact that we've been swallowed
and it adds up
and it adds up to here
everybody's fist and heart beats like a time bomb
outside the madness
inside the chaos
overloaded with nausea, it's high priced stench
pull through
how to pull through?
whisper revenge for this wreck of lost souls...