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It's a big big world. 

It's sickly and stern.

Quickly it turns. 

This is my world. 

It runs from my life. 

With two guns and a knife. 

And a self deprecating attitude. 

(Instrumental repeat)  

Running, running, running, running. 

Everything is slowly burning. 

Fucking, killing, stinging, gunning. 

Still we see this world as stunning? 

Cunning, cunning, cunning, cunning. 

What the fuck this isn't cunning. 

What the fuck even is cunning? 

What the fuck we are not cunning! 

Turning, turning, turning, turning. 

Those terns they turned there till the times

That torn their terms then timed ten tons 

Those learnt they're time done learning turning. 

And still we're burning? 

Still we're burning! 

We are burning. 

What the fuck are we even earning? 

We even learning? 

We even turning? 

Has time stopped? 

Is this concerning? 

We've mixed lives with life 

and still we're churning. 

Placed minds on lines, 

characters no kerning. 

Screaming out for peace, 

Loudly we're yearning. 

Select bad ways, 

ignore ways sterling. 

Ways to win 

our world still whirling. 

We miss the ball 

and leave it hurling. 

Clearly one way or another 

we end up learning. 

Do or die, 

fix life with pride, 

or live for suicide, 

which should we decide? 

Learn lies or truth. 

Learn truth or lies. 

Learn proof or die. 

Still you're learning?