Concrete Nation
All smiles are stapled to the cheeks.
The only tears are shred by the freaks.
Desperation, desolation.
Hidden under a beautiful concrete nation.
The walls were built opaque
To cover all that was fake
With blood red bricks and a plastic sheen.
So that everything was fresh and clean.
Because it's a concrete nation.
The paint appears smooth and silky.
But there's something wrong with machinery,
Hello, commander? Can you hear me.
The rooms are made with smiles and sugar
But the sugar don't make thrash any better.
Segregation, no confrontations
In the magical concrete nation.
The walls stand to keep us together.
But they only help tear us apart.
There's no room to get better.
But there's enough room to restart.
Because it's a concrete nation.
The paint appears smooth and silky.
But there's something wrong with machinery,
Hello, commander? Can you hear me.
I feel that we're sinking, can't control what we're thinking
Inside we're stinking, but they're outside no one smells the stenches.
We wanna move ahead, tired of having lies fed.
But we're here lying dead, because our necks are torn by steel trenches.
And it's a concrete nation.
The walls are gonna tear us apart
So tight they will hold,
So that we all implode.
In this wonderful nation.
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