Got something to address
I'll get this off my chest
They will run the race for paper 'till there's nothing left
And they will not confess that they're just like the rest
Got no rhyme or reasoning never settle for less
Thats why you're six feet underground
And yet your head is in the clouds and still your footsteps runnin' 'round in circles
Earn and spend again again you run a race that will not end
You think the money is your friend
It's not
It's not

Can you find something more inside these walls
There's no lock on the door, outside they call
If you hide in this place you're a slave
Up and out or this room'll be your grave
Can you find something more inside these walls
There's no lock on the door, outside they call
If you hide in this place you're a slave
Up and out or this room'll be your grave

Close your eyes and you will see
If you live out your fantasy
You thought that you'd be feeling free
The past exposed how it would be
They think you're standing tall
Your mind will make you small
Think when you've got it all
When bountiful you're bound to fall
Hey, your mansion is empty (hey)
You're nothing but lonely (hey)
Do you not feel guilty (hey)
'Cause children go hungry (woah)
And that's all that I see
Driving ocean ave. street
With kids in the backseat
Im going oh no
Oh no

Can you find something more inside these walls
There's no lock on the door, outside they call
If you hide in this place you're a slave
Up and out or this room'll be your grave
Can you find something more inside these walls
There's no lock on the door, outside they call
If you hide in this place you're a slave
Up and out or this room'll be your grave