Twenty-twenty five, what a wonderful year
The lucky ones have died, too bad we're still here
Every day that happens brings another bunch of shit
And frankly, all the sane people have had enough of it
Purgatory life isn't what I would call great
And being stuck in Hell on Earth is a miserable fate
And being stuck will drive me mad at a most rapid rate
And being mad means acting mad and giving in to hate
But you know what? I won't give in,
I will not eat the slop
Instead the madness will not win
Resist, and never stopResist and never stop
Resist and never stop
Resist and never stop
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