Afta
Hill
(Ooo-Yeah)
(no) I don't see the point at all (no-no-no-no-no-no)
Tax dollars paying for a hellstorm (hellstorm)
Metal shard ripping through her backbone
No-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I don't see the point at all
Glued to my screen, I'mma f*ck up my sleep
But I never seem to talk to anyone
(shh)
I don't see the point at all
(yeah-yeah)
Fifty hours, bad for me health (for my health)
Just to buy some stuff for my house
No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no
I wasn't made to do this at all (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Every day's the same shit (Same shit)
Moving to the grave
Every day's the same shit (Same shit)
Moving to the grave
Oh
I don't see the point at all
(shh)
See even when my nose is in the dirt
I can smell the roses in the Earth
And even when my cup is full of mud
I can taste resistance in my blood
Resistance in my blood is not enough
Then maybe grab my sword and buckle up
I would use the point to f*ck them up
And you would see my people have no choices
Screaming through the bodies of the voiceless
Screaming 'til we're lifeless, pay the f*cking prices
But you don't see the point at all
Must be nice to have it all
Sleeping through the night is for the painless
Complaining every day you must be shameless
Every day's the same shit
Every day's the same shit
Moving to the grave
Every day's the same shit (same shit no no)
Moving to the grave
Every day's the same shit
Every day's the same shit
Uh-oh