This weight is bending my back.
Is this really what we seek?
The clock is ringing it won't stop.
We waste our life creeping to top.
Trying to build the stairs from crumbs.
The rat race we participate in builds empires
for the one percent.
It has always been before our eyes.
Create something that builds our mind.
So when you die you leave value behind.
Work from fucking nine to five
Buy their product, sell your mind.
There must, must be something more.
Waiting for the finish line, it's time to start, to realize.
There's no beggining, there's no end,
We are the slaver of the present.
Work 'till your dying days but,
There must be something more.
You can't take your money to six foot deep.
Create something that builds our mind.
So when you die you leave value behind.
Hope is my only home right now.
Hope is my only home right now.
In this rat race, in this rat race we participate.
Build empires, build empires for the one percent.
Hope is my only home right now.
Hope is my only home right now.
