Our life is but a hanger game
What we go through makes us all change
Massacred, burned into grave
And nothing ever remain the same
Tears falls and wars go on
With more blood shed
Just for more money
And nothing being said
Because they all forget about the dead
Let it be known
You upperclassmen
We're the source of our progression
And the foundation of our comfortable livelihood
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