we're ready.
but how strange,
there's something wrong
you can live like this,
without having anything
rejected even by you.
I don't know who you are,
but I see you on that screen
there
We're joking and we feel good,
but I turn around a moment,
there's still something wrong.
You can live like this,
without doing anything,
without asking yourself why.
I'm not that tortured,
murdered man,
who will never know why someone shot him.
It's time to say enough,
they're dying,
while we're having a party.
You can live like this,
dogs on the street,
without even a place to go to die.
To die, no
one is nothing,
so there's a lot to live for.
A man, a number,
what difference does it make?
But
you can live like this,
without saying anything,
without asking yourself who that individual is.
It's that individual,
the shithead,
who's telling me to buy
certain stocks,
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