Words can't do justice to pain seems like they can't feel a thingOrdinary people do fucked up things when fucked up things become ordinayI can't promise utopia or a better world,I have no lures,no harsh punishment if you don't bite the hook,its a world of shit or bustthere's no escape from disapointment when you commit your heart and soul to earning your place,someone else having to cheer you on
What are you capable of?You can be the one to string them up and beat them to death,when you cut them down you'll see the face of your failure and shamethis is a nation of professional liars,a bleating chorus of tempered truths,who lke pealing church bells echo it's virtues
Sung over and over and over againRotting at the bottom is better than living as a liar
Chorus:I can't find a meaning to the great achievement when you commit heart and soul
To earning your place,opportunity kills common senseOrdinary people do fucked up thing when fucked up things become ordinary