The System

In the system, the system
That we have created
Where all bright souls
Will end up faded

In the system, the system
That we have created
Where all bright souls
Will end up jaded

I'm always working
Day and night

Oh, it's so overrated
Oh, we should-a never had waited
We should have stopped it
While we had the time

In the system, the system
Where one 'ta hundred make it
Take your dreams
And erase them

Even if you work hard
You'll never get it right
Trying so hard just makes you shallow
That's why we're so hollow now

And if you make it
How can you praise it?
Lost your grace on the second floor
You got nothing to show for

In the system, the system
That we have created
Where all bright souls
Will end up faded

No one ever really makes it
We just fake it, fake it
No one ever really makes it
We just fake it, fake it

So we don't go crazy
So we don't go crazy
We just fake it, fake it
Break out! Break out!

You might as well realize
It's all gonna go to hell tonight