Woke up to the morning news and bell
Welcome to another day in hell
Sorrow, fear and hate are what we sell
Something keeps me locked up in this cell

You bend me with force just to see when I break
How much more can I take?

You will fall, with the profit that you are tending
For as long as you will keep pretending
That the world will be just fine, with only money in our mind
We paint December, we paint December

Looking at the mirror on the wall
Tell me when we all can stand proud and tall
Pray to gods to come and save us all
Truth or fiction, can you even recall

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