All of our days are much the same.
We are slaves to things and nomads of loyalties.
I have much to say, much of it is pure disdain.
I have this truth instilled in my heart
Nobody wants to hear a beating heart anymore.
We chase after elusive trends
That set us up for destruction.
Who are these men of prominence?
Who gave them such power?
Lord, won’t you bring us to our knees!
Surely, my time has passed.
I keep slaving away, I believe I have fulfilled my part.
Who am I to say or speak on anybody’s behalf?
I assume to know better, I think I know best.
This world has got the best of us all
I know I’m led astray.