Tekster:
Career Soldiers Finding Freedom In Hopelessness

product they sell you can make your life complete We buy into the belief that materials make us whole But we want so bad to find the purpose that they

one will ever know Fuck brutality, Fuck 5-0 As the crime rate increases so do the weapons To forcefully put us back into segregation Try to find the

say Turned their backs and looked the other way Pushed me into fucking dismay You promised me a future, but not today Dead end youth Is here to stay, society doesn't care

Suburban waste, pathetic lives So fucking fake, suburban disguise Sweep the homeless off the city streets Fuck the yuppies and their arrogant dreams

Have you felt a void, emptiness inside you? You can't face the real world, you can't stay true So you search for false answers that impair your site

We all have negative views on this world Let's try to keep a positive view on our scene Let's not give up on each other Leaving the scene will accomplish

a white collar (minimal security) prison Lower class man steals food so his family can survive Left in prison till death, alone and deprived Is this what you call freedom