It seems to me that everyday
We spend it running from something
Running from nightmares rather than chasing dreams
Desperately trying to find someone or something
That can turn us away from this hideous race

Where is everybody?
It seems as if they live their lives in isolation
Surrounded by their perfectly manicured lawns
And their extravagant cars
All these tragic lost souls trapped by their own greed

We contain the seed of our own destruction
Always running, rarely chasing
Where nothing is true and everything seems limited
This seductive dream of perfection is chasing us all
The nightmare of not being exceptional

We would **** our way to perfection
Or at least society's perfection