Hide me underground

Make me lost / unfound

So, does anybody know?

That this motivation comes so slow

With my hand up in the clouds

Catch these bullets from my mouth

So, does anybody know?

How this entertainment's gotten so cold

I can't see the outside world

From inside, behind a windowsill

All gray and blue

Our haze tells you

That this world has gotten so cold

Now as we watch everything dissolve

Is it so fair to find a home

Left behind acres of gold

People are features, they're still animals

Leave this place eager

But I know you'll still watch