Asylum

Born good to this world

Asylum
Born good to this world,
Shaped by the face of those who denied
Their right to live free and develop their minds
And what they've been given

They've fucked up all their philosophies on what's right and wrong
It's hard to describe in words what I see
Raise your fists, raise your fists, raise your fists for those who can't
All of their thoughts remain unheard

You're yesterdays treasure and the waste of today
They say it's better to feel pain than nothing at all
What a waste of a life, what a waste of my time
All of our thoughts remain unheard

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