The weight of what's to be done Making you feel ill Your plans unfulfilled Dreams interrupted This cannot be real ♪ We fortify our cities Minds bound Despair is what we cling to now Fear-filled Eyes shroud Consulting our records No grounds Hopeful that a precedent is found Anxious Angst-less Cowards I can't see it but I think it's here It's here now I can't feel it but I think it's real Make it real It's real now ♪ Are you happy? Are you fulfilled? Are you craving a change? The hours The days Making you ill But you put it off You keep punching the clock Leaving it as a thought Complacent Complicit In all that they've done To keep tearing you down They keep tearing you down Tear you down