We wake up in a bed of sin
Then stare up at the ceiling as high as the sky
Like it's our way to fly
We're chasing a reason to exist
But can't seem to escape the loneliness
Running in circles around happiness
With houses made of gold, controlled by what we own
We follow what we're told, fit right into the mold
Is this what we need to breathe?
Or are we just feeding our disease?
We lost sight of what we can't touch
We lost it all but can't remember how to love
I'm hoping with an empty heart
And we shall grieve until we start
We wonder why we feel empty inside
Why there's a hunger that we can't satisfy
A lonely world with a bad design
We waste our time on an endless climb
With houses made of gold, controlled by what we own
We follow what we're told, fit right into the mold
Is this what we need to breathe?
Or are we just feeding our disease?
Prisoners of a hopeless war
Fighting with a double edged sword
We could be free if we stop feeding our disease
We stand on top of the world, but still there's hollow hope
We stand on top of the world
When all is wrong, we stand at the top of the world alone
With houses made of gold, controlled by what we own
We follow what we're told, fit right into the mold
Is this what we need to breathe?
Or are we just feeding our disease?
Prisoners of a hopeless war
Fighting with a double edged sword
We could be free if we stop feeding our disease