Lyrics

Verse 1: Write a book 'bout the times that You've held your head in your hands And you've cried For poverty to end Oh no (x3) Verse 2: Feel the weight of the air Fall upon your chest It's getting hard to believe When life's such a mess Oh no (x3) Pre-chorus: Apathy will set in soon If you don't believe When you fight you can't lose Oh no, you can't lose, oh no Verse 3: Try to stand But your feet keep falling down Muscles weak, atrophied By the chill of the ground Oh no (x3) Pre-chorus: Chorus: Pre-chorus: Chorus: