Issachar

The weight of what's to be done
 Making you feel ill
 Your plans unfulfilled
 Dreams interrupted
 This cannot be real
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 We fortify our cities
 Minds bound
 Despair is what we cling to now
 Fear-filled
 Eyes shroud
 Consulting our records
 No grounds
 Hopeful that a precedent is found
 Anxious
 Angst-less
 Cowards
 I can't see it but I think it's here
 It's here now
 I can't feel it but I think it's real
 Make it real
 It's real now
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 Are you happy?
 Are you fulfilled?
 Are you craving a change?
 The hours
 The days
 Making you ill
 But you put it off
 You keep punching the clock
 Leaving it as a thought
 Complacent
 Complicit
 In all that they've done
 To keep tearing you down
 They keep tearing you down
 Tear you down