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letra de still surviving - lack of afro

eyes blooming like a flower when the petal swells
eyes heavy like metal and kettle bells
eyes open, scoping for the lies that the devil sells
eyes cry tears ’til the sea level swells
ears hear metal sh-lls and rebel yells in combat
ears hear the voices of my dead comrades
ears don’t hear the same sounds as my mom and dad
sounds reminiscent of hiroshima and stalingrad
and now it’s every man for themselves
long since every product got ran from the shelves
the fires burnt out and the riots, they’re done
and now it’s just the survivors, we’re starting from square one
in order to survive, you gotta be flexible
the drinking water turn a person to a vegetable
no food available, eat whatever’s edible
and keep every move we make impeccable
they’re looking for us

it’s a mystery
why we’re still surviving
can’t keep repeating history
to the verge of extinction
a tapestry so thick
this mess will tear up natural selection
even darwin
couldn’t see this coming

walking ’round on blistery feet eating mystery meat
never doubted we would let history repeat
i never doubted we would live to see our karma set in
i never doubted it would end up in armageddon
i never doubted we were never meant to be in cubicles
i never doubted we would end up hooked on pharmaceuticals
i never doubted for this planet we were never suitable
i never doubted we would k!ll everything that’s beautiful
but somehow we keep keeping on
instincts solid like the ground that we’re sleeping on
even though it’s war and there’s never gonna be a truce
still sleep, still eat, still trying to reproduce
living day to day, it’s hard to see the big picture
some said it was written in the scripture
others said that god is a lie and the present is the proof
but only all the people dying get to know the truth

the campfire about to bring the pot of stock to a simmer
our stock of hope’s low, searching for a glimmer
otherwise the road ahead stays getting dimmer
you could drown in despair if you’re not a strong swimmer
post-traumatic stress affecting most if not all
abandoned by the few who were supposed to shot call
reminisce of buying groceries or clothes at a mall
but our food reserve grows rather small
so we pick up and we move with only what we can carry
the true heavy load is the memory of those we had to bury
seen enough death to last a couple hundred lifetimes
every last drop of oil drained out the pipelines
now we on foot, life pondering, no strategy, wandering nomadically
it’s a miracle we’re still alive
i feel i’ve got no will or drive
but even though we don’t know where we’re going
know we will arrive

- lack of afro

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