How can you stand yourself when you've got no spine
This isn't infinite growth
It's the end of a crumbling road
No exceptions to the rule
This is how it always was
Is it how it always will be?
Trickle down
Settle down
Going down, we're going down
Crushed under an ever-lowering glass ceiling
Don't bite the hand that feeds
Until it's gripped around your neck
Living so unsustainably
Expected to be thankful as we drink down your backwash
If we can't be used we'll be trampled underfoot
I'm tired of the talk just give it to me straight
Your lack of honesty has cost the life of another
You are a quisling, conscious enabler
All of the power
None of the will
Green paint smeared on the walls fades
Exposing the grey beneath
Seeing everything
Sharing nothing
Softening the words of the cruel
Everything's ruined
The world's collapsing down the middle
Flaying the skin from the truth's back
Sandblasting the writing on the wall
It's all water under the bridge
But the river has burst its banks
I'm lying on a table clinging onto life
You're lying to my face saying it'll all be fine
Tell me how can you stand yourself when you've got no spine