System remains unchanged
Cracks still the same
Paved with new foundation
...
Around the cracks.

Hard times
Put your life in perspective
Check out the specs
Never earned your respect
What else did I expect?

The destruction that you can't predict
Times that make us sick
No time
For cleaning up the "ick"
One quick clean
Every day of the week
Protect the meek
Sickness attacks them
Happens forevermore

Maybe there's something
In disguise
Blessings don't come cheap
Devilry is inexpensive
Easier to stab another
Then to comfort a brother

Good things
Seem bad at first
What if all good things
Come with their own curse?

So you'd like to leave?
Just sign here
It's a formality
To reduce abnormality
The difference is easy to facilitate
When bound by words on a page
Wait, you want to stop?
Just sign here
You can't avoid the paper
Just sign here
For this will be your life
Deep inside you know
This to be the rhythm of modern life
You'd like to prevent it from taking over?
Well, guess what...
You can!
All you need to do...
...is just sign here.

Fought for the flag
I pray to every day
Now this country
Has gone "funny"
Protected us from the prey
Served my purpose
Time to be thrown away
Sidelines grow closer
I am forgotten, what a drag.

Wake up
Get out of your chamber
That makes you lamer
Cook mediocre breakfast
[Burnt]
Like every time
Get in the shower
Clean every inch
[You burnt the toast]
Brush the bones
Out of your skin
Pain that's akin
To a lengthy equation
[Can't believe it]
Get on the bus
Travel down the lane
Toward work met with disdain
[You burnt it like always]
I burnt it
Down to embers
Maybe home is where I'll go
This isn't my stop
[Your collar's out of line]
[You'll soon run out of time]
[Already half-way]
[Down the throne]
The bed is where I belong
[Sorry boss, I'm ill]
Work will be done
Just without me.

Descended deep
Into a sleeping realm
Couldn't be believed
Unless in a film
The world bounced
Like the castle
At a 7-year-old's party
Giddy and pure
Yet when I leaped
Toward the clouds
The ground burst like a balloon
Descended like a fallen angel
What happened to those days?
When did the giddiness...
...get snuffed out like a torch?

I wish I understood
Such a concept
But it's not my deal
Interrupted by feel
No matter the angle
Pray for an angel
Never shall descend
For a meager scenario
Yet to me...
It defines who I'll be.