The population's sad What they have is not so bad Walking slowly in apathy Or quick paced Quick paced and wildly Oh, my life is so pedestrian That sometimes I feel like a victim Yeah, sometimes I feel like a victim Whoa, sometimes I, I feel just like a victim, yeah Wild conclusions and drastic accusations I'm the three fingers pointing back, yeah And I'm on the verge of collapse now Whoa, whoa, yeah Trying to remind myself of the difference Between the formal and the factual Living my life somewhere between The normal and the natural Whoa, whoa, yeah Whoa