Mid-century and the American dream
White picket fences are crumbling beneath
The dream of fame yet we are all to blame
It’s hard to forgive when all you do is work to live

Please let the one percent show me how to live
So I can run in my worn out shoes
Nothing is what it seems
They’ll never know what it means
To live a day and not have to struggle through

Here we stand in this tired old line
Just to collect a paycheck that I swear was mine
We’ve waited for change
Yet our lives remain the same
Are you living your own theme?
Or are you living in someone else’s dream?

Please let the one percent show me how to live
So I can run in my worn out shoes
Nothing is what it seems
They’ll never know what it means
To live a day and not have to struggle through

You don’t know just what you’re missing
You don’t know just what you’re missing out on

Are we to blame for what you’ve done?
The choice was yours we’ve just begun
Are we the ones you take this out on?

Will they give you a chance to try and reassure your plans?
Leaving with nothing but a worn-out box placed in your hands

Too bad there’s no award for having a doubt
Please don’t take it personal for showing you out

We need a revenue, so we can replace your resource
You mean nothing… is there anything that could be much worse?
How can you lie to my face wearing a grin?
When I’m already spread so thin…
I just had an epiphany
Rattling my change as I hit the floor
What happened with the stability?
The world’s full of people that are wanting more

No one here is able
Because everyone’s afraid
No one here is stable
For fear of being replaced

Enjoy your slumber and your friends
You are just a number in the end

Am I in hell or the unemployment line?
We are all in debt thanks to our willing federal government
How can you take what I thought was mine?
When you’re working up a sweat it’s a different kind of mindset

Returning to nothing we never heard the warning
We had little support from the people of the same side
A moment of silence for your pockets are in mourning
You were fighting in a war that was never really quite yours

Give out the credit to everyone you know
We will try to pay you back thanks for the platinum black and the Cadillac
When there is smoke there will be a fire
You can never put it out wouldn’t that be great news to read about?

Returning to nothing we never heard the warning
We had little support from the people of the same side
A moment of silence for your pockets are in mourning
You were fighting in a war that was never really quite yours

The eagle will hover and place you in its shadow
When all you have is love you won’t fall apart
So never let go
Never let go

Returning to nothing
Had little support from the people of the same side
A moment of silence
Fighting in a war that was never really quite yours
Fighting in a war that was never really quite yours

You may want to check your facts
Do you really think that we are the bad men?
Even your heart requires a contract
Everyone is right in their perspective

Tell your lies to the misinformed
Say what you need to get elected
At least I’ve lived an honest life
I can look around and feel respected

Who do you believe in now?

It’s so easy to counteract
Do you really think there was a time when?
We weren’t backed by a social contract
Go ahead and play the detective

Show your disguise to the untrained eye
Say what you mean we feel neglected
At least I live without a knife
In the back of those who feel protected

Who do you believe in now?

Who are you to say that we’ll never find a way back home?

We are living in a time of want
Where no one cares what you need
Why do I have to be the one?
To try and make the people see

Overpopulation
No interaction
This new generation
Fallen aggravations

When will I get the chance to run?
Away from all the crowds I plea
I never was allowed to see

All my aspirations
Doubtful narration
No celebration
Fallen preservations

What good is your heart if you don’t feel compassion
What good are the words if you only mean a fraction