Nothing feels right,
But my fake smiles paint pictures like everything's fine
Sheep like what they're told,
So they've got spindles spinning bad songs into gold
And who decides what's wrong or right to like?

When the puzzle pieces twist,
And seem like they won't fit their match,
I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting
All the "best" songs,
What's so "best" about 'em?

I thought I was part of something more,
But more money, less substance more demand
I've heard great songs that no one understands
You can't lay bricks on wet cement or build castles out of sand
But who decides?

But when the puzzle pieces twist,
And seem like they won't fit their match,
Then I will try and try again,
And hope that someone understands
I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting

And they can't say they love you,
But it still won't change a thing,
'cause the tides may turn tomorrow
And I won't be there to look

I can say -
I've got to say -
Dollar by dollar, your soul gets smaller,
Trending what we fought to make ours

They don't care about,
They don't care
It's a good thing bad trends fade away
It's so much cooler in the shade

They don't care about,
They don't care
We give in nightly to our addiction
A self-afflicted public crucifixion

They don't care about,
They don't care
Dollar by dollar, your soul gets smaller,
Trending what we fought to make ours

They don't care about,
They don't care about us
They don't care,
They never cared