Awake (to a Life of Misery) - Napalm Death
Thought trained to succeed.
From here on the pain begins.
We're maggots, cast in the sea of struggle -
Bait for the big fish.
Crawl, forever crawling,
Faith holds no answers,
Ravenous - they greedily s_ck away your will to even argue.
A belief in something better,
Downtrodden hopes still linger,
Faces bear the same shallow fear of forgotten prosperity.
The promise of reward,
Declarations false and injust,
A dreamlike notion that life eases by.
Cushioning the blow of impending reality,
Aimlessness is flogging us - awake!
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