Lletres: Verse. Four Songs. Running Out.

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We are destroying everything
We are leaving nothing unscarred
We kill.
We take.
We rape.
We bleed.
We are destroying everything
We are asshole brigades
Marching a selfish parade
Taking adavantage of ourselves
We dont even realize our time is running out
Why do we take blood when there is none left to bleed?
Have we forgot what taking to much means?
No consideration
A lost generation
We sell out our hearts to greed
Now our time is running out
It's running out