Look into the eyes of the lucky incarnate
believing that your life is worth a shit
it's quite plain to see that your life has no purpose
it's tearing you up inside
you want all the answers you won't ask the questions
but that's not how life is fought
believe when they say there's no end to the madness
but throw out all that you've been taught
Take a number
and don't ask questions now
So up on your feet over twelve hours a day
to fill up the gap between nothing and no one
you're famous for all of your eloquent shit
but no one remembers your name
the world is all sunny when you get your pay cheque
and then it all slips right away
with all the promotion it doesn't seem worth it
for your fifteen minutes of fame
The choice wasn't hard between living and dying
to see our dreams succeed
you wanted a real loud voice
to be heard by all your friends
it's just so predictable
believe me when i say
you don't need any help
to come to a fashionable end