Tell me what would you become
If you could make the most of life?
If you didn't have to sell a hundred thousand hours of time?
Up your dose of caffeine every year
Self medicated cheap thrills
To recover Sunday morning
Not a second left to kill
If you wanna clean the dishes off your table
Was this some grand idea?
Whoever wanted all of this?
Living a lie
Pretending to be happy for yourself
Eyes adjusting to the LED's
Distractions from the evening news
It's as manufactured as consent to crimes we never knew
What I wouldn't give to see the burden lifted off your shoulders
Maybe life could be a little bit less colder
Was this some grand idea?
Whoever wanted all of this?
Living a lie
Pretending to be happy for yourself
Something's got to change now
None of us deserve to be consumed
Living a lie
Something in the air just tastes so bitter
Living a lie
Pretending to be happy