Cracker Jack

Land of anger
I didn’t ask to be born
Sadness, sorrow
Everything so alone
Laboratory sickness
Infects humanity
No hope for cure
Die by technology
A world full of shit coming down
Tribal violence everywhere
Life in the age of terrorism
We spit in your other face
War of races
World without intelligence
A place consumed by time
End of it all
We’re born
With pain
No more
We’re dead
Embryonic cells
Corrosion inside — we feel
Condemned future — we see
Emptiness calls — we hear
Final premonition — the truth
Land of anger
I didn’t ask to be born
Sadness, sorrow
Everything so alone
Laboratory sickness
Infects humanity
No hope for cure
Die by technology
We’re born with pain
Suffer remains
We’re born with pain
Suffer remains
We’re dead