Things aren't as easy as our parents make them out to be
A future of success is hard to see
When hopeful thoughts are lost in cigarette daydreams
torn apart at the seams
Lost in a sea of sadness and sorrow
It'll be just the same tomorrow
In the world nowadays we have to make our brains hallucinate to cope with hate
On the news each day we see the result of a ****, a ******, or a prison escape
We see violence and riots
Cannibals and car bombs setting the innocent aflame
We bury the dead and for a day act as if we remember everything they once said
And just like that
We become the monsters we looked for under our beds
And tomorrow
It'll all be the same