Afta Hill (Ooo-Yeah) (no) I don't see the point at all (no-no-no-no-no-no) Tax dollars paying for a hellstorm (hellstorm) Metal shard ripping through her backbone No-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I don't see the point at all Glued to my screen, I'mma **** up my sleep but I never seem to talk to anyone (shh) I don't see the point at all (yeah-yeah) Fifty hours, bad for me health (for my health) Just to buy some stuff for my house No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no I wasn't made to do this at all (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Every day's the same shit (Same shit) Moving to the grave Every day's the same shit (Same shit) Moving to the grave Oh I don't see the point at all (shh) See even when my nose is in the dirt I can smell the roses in the Earth and even when my cup is full of mud I can taste resistance in my blood Resistance in my blood is not enough Then maybe grab my sword and buckle up I would use the point to **** them up And you would see my people have no choices Screaming through the bodies of the voiceless Screaming 'til we're lifeless, pay the ****ing prices But you don't see the point at all Must be nice to have it all Sleeping through the night is for the painless Complaining every day you must be shameless Every day's the same shit Every day's the same shit Moving to the grave Every day's the same shit (same shit no no) Moving to the grave Every day's the same shit Every day's the same shit uh-oh