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I guess there's a lot I could be happy about

I'm alive, not alone and I get to run my mouth

The sun rises and falls, and I'm still here

I was told I need a happy song,

but I can't help notice everything is wrong

Survival is harder than it has to be,

strangled by artificial scarcity

All I see is agony used to keep us down

Imposed misery

We've never reckoned with our bloodied past

Wrote a fairytale we forced into the class

Founded and funded through countless graves

Continue to be haunted by yesterday

We poison everything and everyone

We subjugate and call it liberation

Unjust laws written to oppress

Clear the way for corporate interests

Enforced by a domestic military

Incarcerate us in the land of the free

They burn the world to fulfill endless greed

For their comfort, they need us all to bleed

We work for criminals we were made to be

I'll be happy when we are finally free