What little faith i have in the human spirit
seems like everybody's in it to win it
poor brushed aside
rich come on inside
take a bite, eat the bread,
eat the gold, eat your own
Chorus:
well it doesn't matter if your faceless,
heartless, or just less
well it doesn't matter if your faceless,
hopeless, or just less
you're just less
Dirt and filth crawls up my walls
night falls, nobody cares so nobody calls
trapped in my room
with the locks on the inside
scared to take another
look on the outside
(chorus)
The ink from my pen flows quick
as i hear another go
down outside my window
take a look and there's
nothing there at all
(chorus end)
A thousand sounds i want to hear them all
smells that i can't bear,
looks that turn to stares
and i wonder where it all came from