In the system, the system That we have created Where all bright souls Will end up faded In the system, the system That we have created Where all bright souls Will end up jaded I'm always working Day and night Oh, it's so overrated Oh, we should-a never had waited We should have stopped it While we had the time In the system, the system Where one 'ta hundred make it Take your dreams And erase them Even if you work hard You'll never get it right Trying so hard just makes you shallow That's why we're so hollow now And if you make it How can you praise it? Lost your grace on the second floor You got nothing to show for In the system, the system That we have created Where all bright souls Will end up faded No one ever really makes it We just fake it, fake it No one ever really makes it We just fake it, fake it So we don't go crazy So we don't go crazy We just fake it, fake it Break out! break out! You might as well realize It's all gonna go to hell tonight