The failure at FAWN in the previous two years had me ready for a comeback. I had no concept, and as a result, had no songs, except for one snippet.
The world is always turning, burning, churning Facing problems so-called leaders do reject But it was us that put them there So what do you expect? There’s hunger, poverty and needing, breeding, feeding Those are things that suffer from neglect But we are slow to see these ails So what do you expect?
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