Shuffling in a straight line.
Thirsting for the one thing.
Draw fake smiles on their faces.
Everyday the same.
They follow the rules, they say their graces.
Following the mob.
Giving into the nonsense.
Never trying to stop.
Blind to the world around them.
Of the fresh air they could breath.
But with their lives they are content.
They devour the weak
And try to tear down the strong
Thinking that one day “I will find what I seek”
But you will not find it
Not if you're living the life
That someone crafted for you
You never worked a hard day in your life
Always accepting the lies
Never seeing through their disguise
Everything is different
When you look through the eyes
Of a starving child on the street
Or you meet
With callouses on his hands
Whose worked every day
In the fields of Zimbabwe
You will be humbled
To see the face
Of a boy in New York
Beaten because of his race
But you don't see all of these things
You just want your next check
Why worry about the outside world
When nobody's at your neck?