From Dust To Nowhere

Entering the final chapter The chapter feared by billions Where the splurge of wealth Is hiding a part of the world in poor health We have an eager childhood but a delinquent youth And soon we'll even have to pay the f**king air we Breathe All we feared has come true All we had has gone All the prayers we said To get through Died in the void of doubt The truth is untold: we're off the line, off the world Just the poor working cla*s feeding the eminent whores A line for the mental, A bottle for the soul Unthinking generations Breeding more and more We are the ones who lose