What little faith I have in the human spirit    Seems like everybody's in it to win it    Poor brushed aside    Rich come on inside    Take a bite, eat the bread, eat the gold eat your own       Well it doesn't matter if your faceless    heartless, or just less    Well it doesn't matter if your faceless    hopeless, or just less       You're Just Less       Dirt and Filth crawls up my walls    Night falls, nobody cares so nobody calls    Trapped in my room with the locks on the inside    Scared to take another look on the outside       The ink from my pen flows quick as I hear another go down    outside my window       Take a look and there's nothing there at all       A thousand sounds I want to hear them all    Smells that I can't bear, Looks that turn to stares    And I wonder where it all came from