Furious Futures

You hear about the crime

You hear about the pain

We all know the problem

But the poverty remains just the same

(Just the same)

Now, where is the food?

Where are the clothes?

Where's the incentive to live?

Now my babies have grown

Fire in my head

Population overflows

Anger grows

Frustrations explode

For second-hand clothes

You have to wait your turn

But the bodies still burn

Fury

Fury

Fury

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Furious futures

The wind still blows

It makes our fears return

The sirens wail

And our bodies still burn

No serum for our plague

The rivers are mud

Our bones are clay

In this petrified forest

To our victims we're the prey

But we might as well stay

As our eyes drip blood

There's a machine

A suicide machine

It rules

It screams

A prize for a life

From a cloud in the sky

Way up on high

Wailing voices cry

Furious futures

Furious futures

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