Letra da Música: Food Not God - F-Minus

Another day
Trampled under your feet.
Weeds of discord.
We're your disease.
A brick through your window
So you know we care.
Just step outside,
We're waiting out there.

Exile on market street.
Look outside.
Push comes to shove
In a rat's race that's going nowhere.
You think you're safe from the suffering.
You ignore the weak and the poor.
A violent opposition is at the door.