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The Glamour Of Corruption

Beneath The Sky
What will they bring to our attention today?
They only feed you with what you want to hear...
I'm so sick of turning it on
I just wish that I could turn it off
My eyes are blinded by this glamour of corruption
My ears are deafened by this voice of depression
Is this something you need just to make you feel alive?
Is this your cry for help?
Nobody's listening but yourself...
I heard it all
I hate it all
Why still complain?
In our eyes we have seen what needs changed
You should have seen this coming, cause it already has
Is this something you want just to make you feel alive?
Most of the time I realize that we are better off dead
Better off dead...