Plastered faces, all I see
Crooked suits in luxury
Stuck in the middle, trying to be me
But how do I find my place to be?
Profits and power, fortune and fame
Anyway you look at it your life's a game
Fill my eyes with emptiness
The classes clash with pain and stress
The rotten apple never sleeps
Sirens never silenced, liberty's tired and weak
All I see is misery
In all the things that I could be
All the things that I could be
Weigh me down, want to watch me sink
I attempt to keep my sanity
Maybe one day find my life's complete