Slipping through the cracks And losing track of time Waiting for that clarity that shakes us so sublime Keeping these routines Assigned to all our years I can't paint by numbers But I'm tired of all these tears These are the lives We never thought we'd have Searching for our freedom living by all these commands Just always wanting more, just always wanna be Impossible to ever find true sanctuary So dissatisfied With everything we see This wanderlust commercialized and sold as poetry The banknotes stacking up Those pyramids are pleased The more the blood flows through our veins The stronger their disease (Repeat) Something's gotta change Something's gotta break Feeling ever emptier we've put our souls at stake Dreaming these illusions 'Stead of living life out loud I refuse this black and white But I'm still not so proud. of all this