No Time to Think - Hardcore Punk Song
You sell them paper
They live in cages
A dream is only a dream to them
At the most inconvenient times
Sometimes they go fucking crazy
They can pretend to be anything they want
Then they breed
And their kids wanna kill themselves
Why is it confusing when you're old?
Their mind's abused
And the whole family's patiently waiting
In places with copywrited products
Now there's a hole
That their minds are trying to hide
So they buy things
To get temporary positive emotions
They pay people to express themselves
To communicate to others
They find loyalty
To superficial things
And that is how they choose to live
They have eyes and ears
So do I
It's a small world after all
Written by:
Seamus Donnelly
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