this place used to be full of sunshine
people used to drift on with an eager smile
the green grass isn't even green any more
time is a luxury
there is no time to waste
people round here
they just leave a bad taste
you can sacrifice the future
and then shit on the past
the present feels ever unpleasant
time is a luxury
there is no time to waste
people round here
they just leave a bad taste
there is no hope
my combat gear is ready
guns are blazing
ready to go to war
i feel like i'm in orwells 1984
