A contraption constructed into our mind
  Driving us to success
    Or tearing us a part
       Working us to our freakin bone

Only to have everything torn way from us

Life why the **** would you do this?

Drive me towards this makings of fantasy
   A concept built upon the foundations of society
     But constricted by authority

And such a strong craving forms
And engulfs my soul
As it drives my body for only one thing

There's no other route taken
Because the rest are refused
By the competitive nature that lies within


As we come faced forward with our only chances

  We throw it all away with our fears