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Text: Jawbreaker. Unfun. Down.

This is the world,
Everyone's standing by hesitating.
So many people halfway there.
Why are you waiting?
And all those things you thought you'd be.
Between two points in the middle of nowhere.
Did you know that it doesn't come free?
Have you seen yourself of late?
Have you really got your fill?
Standing still beside the kill.
Never stop.
At times your feet they seem to slide.
Time to try for more than that.
That's the wonder of the winner's cup.
Never break your stride.
Get up!
And if you slip you can get up.
Put your foot down.
Into the shaky ground.
See the people lying down.

Look around.
Piss around a circle and make it sound.
Can't you hear the sound of machines all breaking down.
Listen now.
The fuel is running out.
The severed lines destroyed by too much time spent down.
I come unwound.
My head forced down.
My hope forced down between my legs.
All my preaching stems from fear.
I hold you dear.
You must break out of this old cage.
You're my concern.
This is no longer safe.Do it now.