Wake up with the feeling the whole world has got you down Pressure that keeps
Building gto you dragging on the ground Chaos keeps on closing in no answers to be
Found For what you are feeling now Danger that surrounds you it gets worse here
Everyday Criminals in power want to take your rights away Never hear you protest they
Won't let you have your say Can't find a better way But you don't try Just sit there and
Whine About your decline I thinks it's a pathetic sort of life you choose methods abused
Solutions refused Well good for you but some day you will lose your life Without even
Giving it a try Depression's the only thing you'll find Give it one chance before you die
Just got one day to get a life Everyday procrastinate you won't get very far Listen to
Religion try and tell you who you are Marionettes on TV sets parade across your screen
But you don't know what it all means Think there is no point in trying to get up each day
When problems that confound only speed your slow decay Future's relegated to a bland
Pathetic waste Cause you can't find a better way Know you'll never make it you don't
Even want to try Waiting for the day when you can curl up and die Tell anyone who'll
Listen the world's out to get you Blame anyone you want you get the life you choose So
When you gonna get a clue? No one's gonna wait for you Only you can make it all come
True A never-ending struggle but one day you'll see the light May not think you'll make it
Don't give up without a fight stay fast to aspirations of what you think is right and fight on
With all your might
Writer(s): Randy James Bradbury, Jim Lindberg, Fletcher Dragge, Byron C. Mcmackin
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