The System
In the system, the system
That we have created
Where all bright souls
Will end up faded
In the system, the system
That we have created
Where all bright souls
Will end up jaded
I'm always working
Day and night
Oh, it's so overrated
Oh, we should-a never had waited
We should have stopped it
While we had the time
In the system, the system
Where one 'ta hundred make it
Take your dreams
And erase them
Even if you work hard
You'll never get it right
Trying so hard just makes you shallow
That's why we're so hollow now
And if you make it
How can you praise it?
Lost your grace on the second floor
You got nothing to show for
In the system, the system
That we have created
Where all bright souls
Will end up faded
No one ever really makes it
We just fake it, fake it
No one ever really makes it
We just fake it, fake it
So we don't go crazy
So we don't go crazy
We just fake it, fake it
Break out! Break out!
You might as well realize
It's all gonna go to hell tonight