Pressvre

What's left to scream about?

Pressvre
Scratching at the bottom of a barrel
Looking for the faces of my rage
Anger produced for the sake of a song
Faking dismay for just a moment

Contrived, forced without reason
Privileged upbringing... silver spoon in mouth
Treat your wealth just like a fucking curse
Sworn to rebellion, but it could be so much worse

Sworn to rebellion, but it could be so much worse

What's left to scream about?
Why am i losing my voice?
This bullshit angst it's just a passing fad.

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