Pictures on the wall
But I always make them fall
Take a look around
When there's no one left to call
Standing outside
With the lens open wide
Asking a god
If I'm ever gonna die
Asking a god
If I'm ever gonna die
There's seven ways left til Sunday
Another Marathon Monday
The streets are silent with pain
I'm standing still at the station
Another slave to a nation
I just want to feel safe
It's hard waking up
When your mother's given up
Faking everyday
Just to feel like a slut
It takes time to heal
But will I have the strength
To the sacred ground
Put the money in the bank
To the sacred ground
Put the money in the bank
There's nothing left to do
And there's nothing left to say
I'd give it all
Just to have another day
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