Here we are,
In this messed up world of ours,
As some people are wondering weather they'll make it to the next day,
We wonder how much we will pay,
For our next meaningless trinket.
While the terrible treats are out there,
The party of knights,
Planing the destruction of our world order,
And we try to save the last quarter.
Here we are,
In this messed up world of ours,
And as we destroy each other,
Because people without a mother,
Told us to kill and hate,
Told us to discriminate,
To murder,
To terrorize.
In this messed up world of ours,
Love still exists.
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