I have that sick feeling   I have an empty heart again   and the world just stumbles along   I can't resist, but I can't give in   so far, so way off course   hope for the best expect the worst   the big picture's invalid now   because it's the little things that hurt     wanting to believe you tried   does it matter if we close our eyes   sugar-coat, disguise the taste   more like rust than a golden age   pointing fingers, twisting knives   hellbent on that dollarsign   still behind, can't keep the pace   just lose your mind in the rat race     eyes fixed on merchandise   they're getting in line for the sale   those sheep that meat market   it makes no sense and I feel like hell   just keep them pacified   dangling carrots in my face   but I don't want a consolation prize   for a game I didn't even want to play