Splattered like an insect across the
windshield of life
Across the tracks a thousand backs
Just waiting for the knife

Good intentions shot to hell
Like pennies down a wishing well
Everything will work out fine
Get back on the assembly line

Breakfast of failures
Pour it in your cup
Still got a conscience
It's just how you shut it up

Yesterday you cashed your pay
Now you're already broke
Our system's been designed to fail
for those who need it most.

We've learned to fake sincerity
To grovel for their charity
Just blend into the scenery
You're part of the machinery

The nail that sticks up
Get hammered down
From the cradle
Til we're six feet under ground

Thought we were special
Now we know the truth
Traded in our dignity
And gave away our youth

We're fuel for the fire we're meat for the stew
Keep looking forward whatever you do
Applying the blinders to keep us on task
Here's to our future how long will it last

The dice were loaded
It's useless to pretend
What used to feel like everything
was nothing in the end

Burning our candles
down to the nub
This'll be your elegy
This'll be your funeral

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