Verse 1
Always triggered
But never moved
Enough
To do
Or change anything
Figures
Always marching
Against everything
While bitching
About ultimately
Nothing
Drives me crazy
Living blindly
No one ever
Even wants to see
Right in front of them
Their true reality
Chorus
The hell we live in
It's our
Own damn fault
Letting the news
Think for us
Never thinking
For ourselves
How did we
Really expect
To end up
Verse 2
Thinking
That bitching
Will somehow
Be enough
We look at each other
With disgust
When no one else
Seems to get it
But us
Expecting action
To change everything
That never comes
By insanity
We forever seem
To be overcome
Yet never once
Do we understand
That to oursevles
This hell has been done
Chorus