Isn't it enough that you woke today, with that same feeling
That vague and yet numb sensation, burst into the life
Same memories of chances you blew or whatever they call it

Yet today you woke aspiring to be what they want you to be
Not what you really live, still sliding down in bedlam
Still looking for that getaway or whatever they call it

Despite the songs of wars and cries from the partying armies
Basking in the euphoria of the materials therein within
Yet to still look to get true happiness or whatever they call it

We are here, still breathing through the rubbles
With tempest minds to strive in this stormy gale.
Still they gather for sovereign or whatever they call it