SITTIN ALL ALONE IN THE BACK OF THE CLASS…
SCRATCHING OUT HIS THOUGHTS IN THE TOP OF HIS DESK…
WHAT USED TO BE THE FUTURE, FORGOTTEN IN THE PAST…
AS LIFE SLIPS BY LIKE WATER IN THE HAND…
HE’S NEVER BEEN MUCH FOR CONVERSATION…
HE DON’T CARE WHAT PEOPLE THINK…
HE’S HEARD A WHOLE LOTTA TALK ABOUT REVOLUTION…
BUT HE’D RATHER WATCH IT SINK…
WHAT’S THE POINT?
HOW’D WE GET SO NUMB?
HOW DO WE BREAK AWAY FROM
EVERYTHING THAT WE’VE BECOME?
THE STREETS ARE ALL LITTERED WITH USELESS NEWS…
AS LIFE GETS GOOD FOR THE CHOSEN FEW…
THE ADVERTISERS WILL DECIDE FOR YOU…
WHICH WAY YOU GO AND WHAT LIFE YOU CHOOSE…
HE’LL TURN HIS BACK NOW…
HE WON’T BE JUST LIKE THE REST…
THERE’S GOTTA BE A BETTER WAY TO LIVE THIS LIFE…
HE CAN’T ACCEPT WHAT HE’S BEEN FED…