Letra de (Won't Be) Defeated

mislead, felt it again on my tongue we're not excactly that nice we let assume it's an easy way out to turn off the voice that tries to find something real in this fukked up mess won't be won't be defeated by desires of these shallow times on our throne we lay, laugh and play with our petty problems like kings and queens we dress ourselves reach deep down to our pockets to show how much we care... by our shallow desires