The grand prize turned to stone before our eyes
So slow nobody realized that it happened
And suddenly it hit me
We're just drifting in the debris of our last half-decent chance
We've been abandoned
Now there's some who deny it
Others internalize it feels like suicide to fight it anymore
Because it owns you and you like it
You can try and justify it but there's no part of you outside it anymore
All the screws are coming loose
This is what we're clinging to?
It is what it is
And that's just how it's always been?
Well god forbid we admit we got it wrong
I've had enough
Executed to perfection
Stick to the program and don't ask a lot of questions
Like "who draws the line you gotta sign on?"
And "who owns these hills you wanna die on?"
Now we've all taken the bait
And we're just supposed to blame some other rat trapped in the cage?
I'm through fighting over who's right
I'm fighting just to get by while I'm dying inside
And it's f*cking exhausting.
Seriously.
Look at what we've turned into
All the screws are coming loose
It is what it is
But it didn't happen on accident
God forbid we come to grips with what we've done
Caught up in some charade of a taste of control, and who would blame us?