it's a bittersweet symphony,
trying to make ends meet

we're a slave to money, then we die
this road we travel is so bleak

down the only road I know
where all the crossroads meet

leaving me lost, trying to think
I go only to the one place I know

here in this fabricated flesh mold
I can only figure to find my mind

I have never prayed nor knelled to no one
But tonight I am on my knees to pray

Pray to hear some sound
that recognizes the pain in me

let the melody play
let it cleanse my mind

But the airways are clear
and there's nobody singing to me