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I'm tired
Of seeing the best lose
Of seeing the weak die
Of pretending freedom
Of seeing so much irony
Inverting the truth
And the truth locked
With whom should release

I'm tired
But who won't get tired?
Seeing everything end
Without even starting
Without even resisting
Without even a past
And the future kept
With those who want to guide us

So much loneliness
So much servitude
And we're happier every day
So much ingratitude
So much incomprehension
And we're closer
To what we never wanted