Filled with hate, consumed by doubt.
Just trying to figure it all out.
Start to think there's to much on my plate.
I used to think we had control of our own fate.
Cross your fingers and hope for the best.
I hope this is as bad as it fucking gets.
Endure alittle bit more, we must be getting ahead.
It can't be this bad, I hope it's all in my head.
Digging deeper, discover the lies.
Realize that we're living on the front lines.
Now weve come to take back what we've earned.
Deny us that and that and this country will find fucking burn.
You're the one who's tried to silence our voice.
You didn't give us much of a fucking choice.