We can breathe
We can eat
This complacency buries us in our sleep
I pray this hollow word will lift
The dead from the ground to twist our wrist
Because if this is all we're suppose to be...
We're forced into lines
Bound by shrinking time
And the never ending quest for perceived success
So tired...
But our eyes are propped up by tiny little toothpicks
Bought and paid for by the following
We can breathe
We can eat
This complacency buries us in our sleep
I pray this day of work will give
Her body and mind what she needs to live
Because if this is all we're suppose to be...
If this is all... I've grown to be
I've...
I've been pulled back
Far enough to see
We've been held back
Now I see
Born in forms (we believe)
Guided hands (in false faith)
Born in forms (we believe)
It's all lies (in false faith)
Face what we are
Who we are and why
They love when we fight amongst each other for the betterment of nothing
Because if this is all we're suppose to be...
If this is all... I've grown to be
Because if this is all we're suppose to be...
If this is all... I've grown to be