Everyone is a piece of the puzzle   a piece of the system, no man is an island   a single turning gear in the machine   we used to have a purpose and we used to dream   we traded it all in to feel secure   at the expense of all that we'd hoped for   the grinding wheels grind on until we're dead   what about all we were told as children?   they said "you can be anything that you want"   now we're all grown up and our lives are fucking burnt   we work til we die and cant hope for more   you can live and be facile, or you can die (and be poor)   that's it, this is the world   we're the walking dead, we're forced to be glad   we're led by the hand, shoved off the edge   i dont want this lifestyle im being force fed   everyone gets fucking lost in the shuffle   it hardens you up or you crack from the pressure   the past just blurs and fucking fades away   you're left standing alone facing another day   it's always downhill, it always gets worse   this "gift of life" can seem like its such a fucking curse   they said "you can be anything that you want"   now we're all grown up and our lives are fucking burnt   we work til we die and cant hope for more   you can live and be facile, or you can die (and be poor)   that's it, this is the world   we're the walking dead, we're forced to be glad   we're led by the hand, shoved off the edge   and im being force fed   walking dead, walking dead, walking dead, we are the walking dead.   we are the walking dead.   we are the walking dead.   we are the walking dead