[Verse 1:] Of the world spun by evil men with lies Only programmed to agree with what we see before our eyes Running after status quo on a television show Just a picture-perfect life is the only life we know And this uncomfortable reality got me chasing, chasing fallacy And the pace, the pace is k**ing me, but I so willingly practiced sin Just like it's my friend when the whole world is a hustle Exactly where did we arrive in this manufactured life? To sell my soul just to survive (yes) in the game of numbers I I must thank the Gods of Industry, oh, for the opportunity Or I display such loyalty, oh, for the way that they exploit me (yes) - Oh, to consider life outside of this Just like a splinter in my mind persists But the Ministry of Fear exists Only to keep me from knowing the truth Stealing my youth when the whole world is a hustle - Escape familiarity means that I must face the fear in me Do something with this greed in me in order to address this need in me Oh but I must confess the pride I keep, protect it as if it's my friend Oh, when will it end? When the whole world is a hustle To escape this mere an*logy means that I must face the fear in me Do something with this greed in me in order to address this need in me Oh but I must confess the pride I keep, protect it as if it's my friend Until the bitter end when the whole of the world is a hustle Everybody's got it going on (yeah right, yeah right) Everybody's so damn strong (yeah right, yeah right) When the whole of the world is a hustle, a hustle (x5) I must exercise my faith cuz faith is a muscle When the whole world is a hustle