Deaf Greed
How can we forget that?
Our home burnt down
But it's not our bad
It's not our bad
They threw what you created
Trempled on your beliefs
This is what they need to do
To feel better
This is their medication
Nobody knows what we've been through
They don't care
We are just their pill to swallow
To feel better
About themselves
Writer/s: Solitude Embroidery
