Used to be I could live carefree
But now that's all stopped
Things aren't looking up these days
I wish I didn't care but
I do and I try to do more than get by
Scrape my knuckles, grit my teeth
Cos I don't know what to do
So I'm not just passing through
Hoping there's something beneath
The surface of all this
I'm not just a witness
In the death of all I hold true
And pointing and moaning's not the best
That we can do
No one wants to be forgotten
But I'll happily rot in anonymity
If I'm not alone when I throw these stones
Call me a cynic, I've no problem being happy
But it still gets to me
When everything is lumped in a hierarchy
It's the norm to spend our lives
Competing for a prize
On someone else's terms
When they've already won all the money and the bombs
And the only way out is emulating them
What can one person do
Fight their own little corner
Until one day we all see some truth
Before we end up jaded?
No one wants to be forgotten
But I'll happily rot in anonymity
If I'm not alone when I throw these stones
Shit happens, my mind is feeling empty
But I can still pour it out
Seems we could go on forever
Without another care about
The world beyond our own doorstep
But I don't think that's for the best
And I hope I'm not alone
Yeah, I hope I'm not alone