Daylight, goodnight
I'm all alone at last
In the myth of the feeling
I'll go, so slow
Because home is in the past
And it's not what I'm thinking
Black, white... ain't right
I'm just the same as you
I can only see gray days
Choosing then losing
How can you play their game
And not lose your way?
Offending by pretending
Corporate jails or schools
Which one will suit you?
No choice means no voice
A job in sales, work for fools
Who will dictate your future?