Letra We On Some Next Level Shit de As Friends Rust original

What we've got is an amalgam of spent ideals,
An incomprehensible mismatch of spent ideals.
Self-congratulatory edicts spit from gold-plated mouths,
That will never understand what it means to miss a meal.
Don't tell me what I need until you've needed anything.
Private-school anarchists with bought trains of thought,
Donned in T-shirts screaming slogans of wars never fought.
And I'm supposed to hide my change?
For who and for what?
To appease the piss-ants pretending their haves are have-nots?
I know what you came out here for.