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Another day in this broke down place |
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The towers grow and the skies are slowly replaced |
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With the cold gray structures that lay to waste |
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Everything that stands in the way |
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Stare at the ground as I walk on by |
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You make me sick and I hate what I feel inside |
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As I lobby for acceptance, you know I've tried |
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Another life for you to nullify |
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I'm weak inside because I see the shape of things to come |
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because I don't change what's begun |
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because I hate what I've become |
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I'm feeling empty as I struggle with my thoughts each day |
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Just a drone who contributes to his own decay |
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An apathist who's sweat and blood grease the wheels for pay |
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Just a whore for the puppeteer to whom I obey |
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And nothing changes...No nothing changed today |
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I close my eyes and keep my mouth shut |
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Why am I afraid to stand up and knock them down |
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When I've been betrayed |
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You've been conditioned to accept everything they say |
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So I walk on but I start to stumble |
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Through the ruins of a life that's troubled |
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By the expectations I'm conditioned to struggle for |
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My possessions leave me self-absorbed |
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So many bombs I've left unblown |
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The streets are crowded and I feel so all alone |
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Stacking bricks that to this day remain unthrown |
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Yet I'm the one to cast the first stone |