Such a perfect mess
I miss my innocence
In all the places that I've passed through,
It's always been the same,
Fall into place, don't drop the pace,
This life's a game,
A game that I refuse to play,
No I'll go my own way!
This monetary system,
Under the weight of hate,
Is nothing but money made from,
Dealing death and causing pain,
The body count is rising,
And all the while we clap our hands,
For lifeless husks inhabiting screens,
Before we go to bed,
So take this life and show me,
What it means to be alive,
I'm sick of seeing people selling their souls,
For a life of nine to five,
Your potential's burning,
Just don't let it leave your eyes,
Motherfuckers'll tell you let it die,
Don't fucking compromise!
You've got a lot to give,
If you see the hatred,
You can make a difference,
This war won't be won,
With bullets and guns,
It's gotta be love, It's gotta be love
But how can we forgive this,
When our heads have been the victims,
I'm not at home in my own head,
I fall asleep with the nameless dead,
Oh I'm not at home in my own head,
But I want to make a difference,
Dissilusioned, and lost in thought,
I know it's easy to get stuck in a rut,
And, I, Know how it feels to be alone, It's in the darkness that it grows,
It's so familiar, and a killer, when hope has all but died,
I want to feel, something real, but all the voices in my head,
Are telling me, It's out of my control and we're as good as
Hopeless, I feel so hopeless,
Seeeing that the odds are stacked against us, Change is met with too much resistance,
Hopeless, I feel so Hopeless,
So many stand in the way of progress, How could we ever hope to stop this?
Hopeless, I feel so hopeless,
Eugh, Eugh,
Hopeless I feel so hopeless
Brea-thing, in, ash,
Brea-thing, in, ash,
Brea-thing, in, ash,
Brea-thing, in, aaaasssshhhhh
In all the places that I've passed through,
It's always been the same,
Fall into place, don't drop the pace,
This life's a game,
A game that I refuse to play,
No I'll go my own way!
Dissilusioned, and lost in thought,
I know it's easy to get stuck in a rut,
And, I, Know how it feels to be alone, It's in the darkness that it grows,
It's so familiar, and a killer, when hope has all but died,
You've got a lot to give,
If you see the hatred,
You can make a difference,
This war won't be won,
With bullets and guns,
It's gotta be love, It's gotta be love
But how can we forgive this,
When our heads have been the victims,
We have to find a way past this,
Or this world will never last our staayyy
I see the failures of,
A system lacking love,
While on it's knees to god,
We need to save our selves