We're living in a work of fiction Just waiting for a reaction Will the day ever come When we're no longer on the run From our sorry state of genuflection To some self-appointed hanging judge? Pointing fingers like daggers to backs Friendships falling to fashions and factions If there was a choice I'd give up my voice Who wants to scream forever? The words so deafening that no one hears a thing Maybe it's time to sever ties Or give me something... We're living in a world of friction So should we dispute the conditions Or give into the constant attrition? Should we just let it die? If there was a choice I'd give up my voice Who wants to scream forever? The words once so promising Now no one hears a thing Maybe it's time to sever ties Or give me something REAL