What am I standing here wearing?
We're just trying to be ourselves
What am I sitting here watching?
What happened to let this happen?
To be yourselves. (but) someone I
Someone I, I didn't try
I let you die
Scorn reigns deep in the soul without recognition
Sweatshops
Politicians
So deeply ingrained, so simply accepted

Bankers
But still (unconscious) reality that kills
All murderers
And we're just trying to be better than that
I swear I'm trying
To get to tomorrow, and maybe someday
My waking up and living won't have any effect on you
And I let them... and you them...and we let them... kill you