I have that sick feeling I have an empty heart again And the world just stumbles along I can't resist, but I can't give in So far, so way off course Hope for the best expect the worst The big picture's invalid now Because it's the little things that hurt Now, wanting to believe you tried Does it matter if we close our eyes Sugar-coat, disguise the taste More like rust than a golden age Pointing fingers, twisting knives Hellbent on that dollarsign Still behind, can't keep the pace Just lose your mind in the rat race Eyes fixed on merchandise They're getting in line for the sale Those sheep that meat market It makes no sense and I feel like hell Just keep them pacified Dangling carrots in my face But I don't want a consolation prize For a game I didn't even want to play