Step into the chaos
Of the blinding sun
The only relief is being on the run
Have some contempt
For yourself
You utelize the product
For improvement
But there is no content to your face
Your knee-jerk reactions,
Your whole life is a phase
And don't you know I used to hate myself?
Now I dislike everyone else
The air is hot here
In fact, it feels like hell
Am I cursed to stand, or can I sit for a spell?
Have some hatred
For the man
They utelize the populus
To carry out their demands
But there is no meaning to their words
Depression and recession
War and peace have all been heard
But I used to hate myself
Now I'd rather bring down
The institution that they've built
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