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Faded Grey A Quiet Time Of Desperation

A quiet time of desperation. Where everyone's under suspicion. We live in fear of people we don't even know. Walking the streets alone keeping to ourselves

for ten hours a day. your sweat fuels their greed. punch in punch out your life is worth more than you earn. to them you're just another number. A pawn

pure, but now I'm not so sure. That your intentions are good and you mean well now that the scene has become a product to sell. Rebellion packaged in a

millions who would kill to fill your shoes. An endless list of names who know real pain and abuse. But you're convinced that you're a wreck. Your life's a

So self righteous. You think you're better than the common folk. Place yourself on a pedestal. Turn your nose up at those who oppose your straight line

A quiet time of desperation. Where everyone's under suspicion. We live in fear of people we don't even know. Walking the streets alone keeping to ourselves