All our time we spend by the dollar
Never one over off the books
Chasing that symbol, oh for a while now
Living off our status and our looks
Counting my dreams to find consistencies
I've discovered nothing
But my deficiencies and epiphanies they're all make-believe
In this fever dream
We call our neighbors friends
But who are we
Alone is all; I only see my computer screen
In the dark
Reading articles
And all are full
Of who is dead
And what was said
At the country's head
We all, we're born the same
But who are we
To play the game
I don't know where were going next
But I know for sure
We'll wear these scars when we knock on the door
The answer's vague, but were getting paid in kind
At who's expense was all this effort wasted in vain