We're capitalistic feasts been sucking the heat
You're passing up, you're injured for ability
Well, I've been waiting for a compromise but I guess it's more the same
We're separated all the things that we want for gain
You remember your name
Well they were looking right at you, you forget the face
If the future's sipping all space and food through a straw
And a [?] is finally flipped on its back
Well, the static is a worthy a test to help you brush aside the rest

Is this something that you'd ever need?
Well, I'm okay
Are you scared to take what they've taken from you?
Well yeah, I'm afraid
{?}

I'm sick of being accosted by the ghosts in the street
Your magazine looking backward thinking junkies are just fodder for the global lead
Do you think you had the choice
When you're eating and sleeping in all the noise?
Let the moneymakers keep the politicians afloat
We're biting everything that we're told
Well, then a smile and a couple of jokes will be enough to convince the good folks

Well, is this something you'd ever need?
Well, I'm okay
Are you waiting for a minute to fight for what they've taken from you?
Yeah, I'm afraid
[?]


Lyrics submitted by bmulchrone, edited by carlygsf

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