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Aversions Crown

Born In The Gutter

 

Born In The Gutter

(álbum: Hell Will Come For Us All - 2020)


Thrown in the gutter
By the ones above us
The ones that seem to control
The flow of life, the way we live
And the way that we all survive

They look down on us
And keep us separated
By human quality control
Robbed of everything we own

The road to resilience
And accumulation of wealth
Create the gap of conviction
Fueled by a political hell

We are not equal
And we still draw the line
To divide the lower kind
For the good of the people

Sort through the populace
While society stays intact
Separate the rich
From the ones that have to dig through the trash

Find a reason
To keep moving
It relies on the spirit
Create a hope that will last

Collectively
We fill the streets
With the waste of our apathy
While being certain
There is someone with nothing to eat

Then the streets become a sea
Flooded by the bodies of the deceased
When will they see
The misery of the world that is suffering

Dig through the earth
Find stability
Achieve our dreams
A spreading disease
Sends us back to reality

Born in the gutter
The way they harbor life is sickening
We die and they move on
The way they treat it is disgusting

Belligerent and selfish liars
They spit in the face
Of every man, woman, and child
In the end the rich will always prosper

Fingers are worked to the bone
To secure their place upon the throne
Insatiable hunger for power
Manifests itself in the heart of a coward

Sort through the populace
While society stays intact
Separate the rich
From the ones that have to dig through the trash

Find a reason
To keep moving
It relies on the spirit
Create a hope that will last

Dig through the trash
Form the trenches
Wealthy tradition
Buried in filth

Towers of opulence
Bring forth the avalanche
To crush the inadequate
And kill the spirit
Of our own convictions

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