La Furia

There’s a road that I’m sick of driving where the traffic never clears
and the drivers are striving to escape the death tolls and escape the death
holes
No matter where I go it always stays the same
There’s a life that I’m sick of leading looking to the man on my knees and
pleading
I understand he may have mouths to feed but he’s fuckin us over with his dirty
deeds
Daylight, midnight — It doesn’t matter as long as it feels right
Erupt, explode — something tells me we have started a fire
Debit, credit — it’s a piece of plastic with a made up number
Upset, offset — something is off in the balance of power
Reality is what it’s meant to be so we cannot see what we refuse to see
We will fail ourselves
Reality is what it’s meant to be so we cannot see what we refuse to see
We will fail ourselves
Reality is what it’s meant to be so we cannot see what we refuse to see
We will fail ourselves
Reality is what it’s meant to be so we cannot see what we refuse to see
We will fail ourselves
Reality is what it’s meant to be so we cannot see what we refuse to see
We will fail ourselves
Reality is what it’s meant to be so we cannot see what we refuse to see
We will fail ourselves