The common man left collecting debris His shattered heart and his worn out dreams Oh how the pioneers have turned their cheeks Oh how we all fall down, oh how we all fall down We had an obligation To leave this world Better off than it was When we were born Over and over, day after day Mass destitution, culture decay It's killing me, it's killing me to say I've been a part, I've been a part of this rat race Since I was old enough to see This grand fissure beneath my feet I count my blessings on both hands But I can't seem to understand If I am here to restore What has thrived before By its own hand, morality chokes A constant cycle jammed, the cogs have been disbanded So can you riddle me this? What has a thousand eyes but not a single mouth? Claims to hold the line but drags you into the ground? Will you remain enslaved? So fucking riddle me that And I can take it all back, (I can take it all back) And I can take it all back It belongs to them It's killing me, it's killing me to say I've been a part, I've been a part of this rat race Since I was old enough to see This grand fissure beneath my feet I count my blessings on both hands But I can't seem to understand If I am here to restore What has thrived before The common man His struggles are not his own Destitute, he understands Driven out of heart and home With little more than what he needs Cleansed from his gluttony The common man he finds his soul Buried underneath a bed of lies we're told