Is it in the air or the shit we eat?
I'm sick of everything.
These vacant stares that stare through me don't seem to disagree.
I'm sick to death of my TV and every loud-mouthed kid on the internet.
I'm sick of God and this bullshit country.
I have tried to be clean, but this world got the best of me.
I tried so hard, dared to dream, but this world got the best of me.
I will work 'til I die to remain half alive, so alone among all these drones.
Break your back for the lease. Sell your soul, keep your teeth.
I've been told, you are what you own.
We're not men, though we're meek.
We are the symptoms of society,
and it failed us. It failed.
We're not men, though we're meek.
We are the symptoms of society,
and it failed us. It failed.
