This is no second, third world,
this is a war.
Feelings grow so cold,
Seem I’m not fluent, I’m slow.
I’m not sitting first row.
I’m not flying first class.
Get no backstage pass.
No shame, I’ll confess
I’m standing with
the last ones you consider.
I’m another one of them
fucking believers.
Whether I will live or die,
I’ll pick this side.
So fuck you and the grammar,
I ain’t climbing no ladder.
I’m already sad,
I don’t need to get sadder.
To face the truth is the one thing
that makes me feel better.
I’m standing with the last ones you consider
I’m another one of them
fucking believers.