Cokbod Lodwogo

(1979-present / San Leandro)

Many Days(metal type song)


Injustice is breed
like a species
that's a-sexual
That's not formidable
But I still wake up
and I still get up
Hoping to find
that this has changed
with each blinking second

But there's been many days
Spent in my life
Nothing has changed
It stays virtually the same

If it's not the same
then its getting worse
I'm sorry to say it
But nothing has changed
I have tried praying
and talking and preaching
But none of it works
because no one understands
One view against
the marketed view
I don't stand a chance

But there's been many days
Spent in my life
Nothing has changed
It stays virtually the same

Submitted: Sunday, May 07, 2006
Edited: Sunday, March 02, 2008

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