Kids of Yesterday - Hell Sells

Don't question anything,
Keep workin' hop to it.
We're the men in the clouds,
Witches underground, History producers.

We've been sellin' you allot of lies,
Pollutin' the skies,
Makin' sure we got you categorised,
Then we pit you all against eachother.

But we see our days are ending,
And the fog has finally cleared,
To show a world where we can't possibly survive.
Cos the people are evolving,
And they know were only holding,
Them back from the rest of their lives.

Man are you listening,
We haven't spoken in a while,
I'll tell you now these past few years
have been one hell of a trial.

You played us like a pack of cards,
Puffed on your cigar,
Chips cashed then you disregarded,
All of us a better life so don't expect a genuine smile.

But the clock has struck the hour
And it's time to show our best
We've got spirits calling out our names
They're telling us we're blessed
And ofcourse we will forgive you,
But we never will forget,
All these lessons that you taught us all
from making such a fucking mess
Yeah!

And we know you didn't plan this and we know you weren't prepared
To think of handing us the reigns
We know it makes you scared
But we dared to cross the line you drew
The way was always there
The shit you had to put us through
To make sure we could bear
The weight of the world
Is not that heavy
Cos we are many

Written by:
Duncan Davidson

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Lyrics © Kids of Yesterday

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