These endless isles of commercial piles
with millions of items for miles and miles.
Sometimes I suddenly feel like my own worst enemy.
I can't help but wonder
Somewhere in this place are we all just on display.
And everywhere I see machines spewing out.
Our violated dreams and,
And finally I cannot breathe
I cry out, but who will hear my screams?
I steer clear of my peers
Stampeding humans are everywhere.
Sometimes I suddenly feel like my own worst enemy.
I can't help but wonder
Somewhere in this place are we all just on display.
And everywhere I see machines spewing out
Our violated dreams and,
And finally I cannot breathe
I cry out, but who will hear my screams?
Who will hear me?
And everywhere I see machines spewing out
Our violated dreams and,
And finally I cannot breathe
I cry out, but who will hear my screams?
And everywhere this factory
Just goes on
Into eternity.
I know I've fallen in too deep
I cry out, but who will hear my screams?
Who will hear me?
with millions of items for miles and miles.
Sometimes I suddenly feel like my own worst enemy.
I can't help but wonder
Somewhere in this place are we all just on display.
And everywhere I see machines spewing out.
Our violated dreams and,
And finally I cannot breathe
I cry out, but who will hear my screams?
I steer clear of my peers
Stampeding humans are everywhere.
Sometimes I suddenly feel like my own worst enemy.
I can't help but wonder
Somewhere in this place are we all just on display.
And everywhere I see machines spewing out
Our violated dreams and,
And finally I cannot breathe
I cry out, but who will hear my screams?
Who will hear me?
And everywhere I see machines spewing out
Our violated dreams and,
And finally I cannot breathe
I cry out, but who will hear my screams?
And everywhere this factory
Just goes on
Into eternity.
I know I've fallen in too deep
I cry out, but who will hear my screams?
Who will hear me?
Lyrics submitted by CrimsonRose27
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All your favorite things get turned into "cash-cows" and squeezed out for profit. Our violated dreams.. filling up endless isles at the store/mall.
And in the end, we're just drowning in the waste that this sick merry-go-round has made.
And everywhere you turn, there are people stampeding to buy all that useless cr*p.