years of sleep inside my eyes
rub the crust, close them tight
not sure i want to see this life
and what's become of us

some may yawn, turn their backs
smile and giggle, cackle, laugh
we did this while they did that
how did we miss the bus

directions that our leaders lead
stepping stones under feet will bleed
pocket greed fills their needs
use us till we're done

the only hand is in hand outs
heavy thumbs for holding down
with closed minds and closed accounts
it's easy to play dumb

too far in now to be saved
they've dug the holes to unmarked graves
with nothing left to give away
thank you for nothing