The Furious Futures

You

Hear about the crime You
Hear about the pain We
All know the problem But
The poverty remains just the same (Just
The same) Now

Where, is the food Where?
Are the clothes Where's?
The incentive to live Now?
My babies have grown Fire

In my head Population
Overflows Anger
Grows Frustrations
Explode For
Second-hand clothes You
Have to wait your turn But
The bodies still burn Fury

Fury
Fury
Furious
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Wind still blows It
Makes our fears return The
Sirens wail And
Our bodies still burn No

Serum for our plague The
Rivers are mud Our
Bones are clay In
This petrified forest To
Our victims we're the prey But
We might as well stay As
Our eyes drip blood There's

A machine A
Suicide machine It
Rules It
Screams A
Prize for a life From
A cloud in the sky Way
Up on high Wailing
Voices cry Furious

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