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songs 1st verse:
In a world of paper
its so hard to live when your recycled.
It seems like no one cares.
Hatred rises in our atmosphere.
Americas trash can not be thrown away.
When most of it is trash anyway.
Ignorance is the easy way to turn away.
In the hell of all the ghettos
pain and strife is the life
when your living dead.
Because you wish for death and not hope instead.
Chorus:
Give me hope to blind my sight
from this recycled life.
Take my pain so I can feel
what its like to be real.
You can never hope
when you never dream
so please please please
recycle me.
2nd verse:
Americas heros are all gone.
So please send us in their stead.
Well prove to be your perfect pawns
then our problems will seem all gone.
Were already first in line for hell
at least its better than this place.
Make me a hero.
Just a step above zero
then I'll have made my goal.
Back to chorus..
