Live like a ghost and all you feel is nothingness   Played off the myth that all peaople are born with gifts   I can't recall if the fucks at the end of the line   Tow the rope all their lives or do they get the call   Take me back to the start   Smoke your face black hide your soul from the scrutiny   Punch in punch out and then go home to your tv   Fear fills the everyday Joe simple nothing man   Bills pile on booze that will get him through the weekend   Take him back to the start   I don't want to be the one   Soaked in sorrow   Tell the man what he's won   Crushed tomorrow   Looking back what we've done   Ain't so much fuck   At least he's go what he's got   Where do you stack up?   It's not the same thing   I don't want to be the kid   Who hated life and what he did   I'll cherish it right to the end   And fight against the normalcy and boring shit   Depression ends when I stand up and bang my head   Unleash the beast that sad old friend and I can   Fly or go on with the lie   Or will I break the trend?   It wants to take you down inside my friend   The system never ends   The poor stay poor again   The wealthy go and spend   God bless America my friend   Be   So   Righteous   Now