Failure to me is 40 hours a week supporting the people I won't get to see escaping through movies and books without a thought to notice why the things that entice us are always bigger than our lives this makes us happy, so why do we stay a slave to common grind we clearly create peace, but only let it exist in our minds It's faithless, ill, and contagious the monster clawing at the thread the cards stacked enough said I'll have to make you trust me but I'm stuck I'm upset anyway and outta luck just can't adjust even if my way is a swift disaster You work so hard for the weekend the lost sleep turns into thinking this can only be temporary all the weights too much to carry I'm an untamed animal and I'm lawless your social pyramid is not my compa**