they promised me something when i was young
a key to secceed swallow this life with no hesitation
yes they picture me the future
about a man i would become
sold diploma and nine years of my life
they carved these dreams sealed with black duct tape
ready to be shipped they run your dreams and all the good things
it seems theres no black and white in this colored chart
only the bright ones
fuck your generation and posterity
we were born to fall short
the only thing thats left is false hope
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