The common man left collecting debris

His shattered heart and his worn out dreams

Oh how the pioneers have turned their cheeks

Oh how we all fall down, oh how we all fall down

We had an obligation

To leave this world

Better off than it was

When we were born

Over and over, day after day

Mass destitution, culture decay

It's killing me, it's killing me to say

I've been a part, I've been a part of this rat race

Since I was old enough to see

This grand fissure beneath my feet

I count my blessings on both hands

But I can't seem to understand

If I am here to restore

What has thrived before

By its own hand, morality chokes

A constant cycle jammed, the cogs have been disbanded

So can you riddle me this?

What has a thousand eyes but not a single mouth?

Claims to hold the line but drags you into the ground?

Will you remain enslaved?

So fucking riddle me that

And I can take it all back, (I can take it all back)

And I can take it all back

It belongs to them

It's killing me, it's killing me to say

I've been a part, I've been a part of this rat race

Since I was old enough to see

This grand fissure beneath my feet

I count my blessings on both hands

But I can't seem to understand

If I am here to restore

What has thrived before

The common man

His struggles are not his own

Destitute, he understands

Driven out of heart and home

With little more than what he needs

Cleansed from his gluttony

The common man he finds his soul

Buried underneath a bed of lies we're told