All our time we spend by the dollar Never one over off the books Chasing that symbol, oh for a while now Living off our status and our looks Counting my dreams to find consistencies I've discovered nothing But my deficiencies and epiphanies they're all make-believe In this fever dream We call our neighbors friends But who are we Alone is all; I only see my computer screen In the dark Reading articles And all are full Of who is dead And what was said At the country's head We all, we're born the same But who are we To play the game I don't know where were going next But I know for sure We'll wear these scars when we knock on the door The answer's vague, but were getting paid in kind At who's expense was all this effort wasted in vain