Lyrics
People on the breadline
Still try to make a deadline
Adverts for handouts
Where nobody stands out
Not enough to eat
People dying in the street
Charity ads claiming
Poverty and such
First world reality
We don't have that much
Choose between heating or eating
It's a thing
But if it isn't in the third world
It doesn't have the same ring
What a place, what a place
We're living in
Forget torture or original sin
We're no longer, no longer, no longer
Have control
The whole world, whole world
Has lost it's soul
Gender neutral is a thing
We're uncomfortable in our skin
Made to feel we don't belong
Who knows what's right
Who knows what's wrong
You can't say just what you feel
Social media is the new real
I feel i'm floating in the metavers
Living or dying
I don't know what's worse
What a place, what a place
We're living in
Forget torture or original sin
We're no longer, no longer, no longer
Have control
The whole world, whole world
Has lost it's soul
Don't know where to turn
My insides writhe and churn
I'm not the same as before
Don't know where to turn
My insides writhe and churn
I'm not the same as before
I wanna fall to the floor
What a place, what a place
We're living in
Forget torture or original sin
We're no longer, no longer, no longer
Have control
The whole world, whole world
Has lost control
Emme Pierre
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