Failing under the weight (c'mon) You've got the pain in a system whose shame Is that they built the game so that you can't win Fanning the flame but the sentence remains Because they built the game so that you can't win. Sticking a vein and it's taming your brain Now you know it's a game that you can't win. You made the grade with your parents betrayed Now you're running that game (what a feeling) You've been brought here for your knowledge Not your good intentions You've been brought here for your knowledge Come get some You. it's just your style You. does it hurt to smile? Don't crack, don't give in don't let the money makers win Cos everybody everywhere can get that human feeling. Just a touch say's as much let it be your crutch, and terrorise Your eyes and your minds with the television. Come get some All you want is my sympathy. All i want is to make you bleed. Why can't you be just one It's all this arsehole needs Why can't you just be the same This system. it's defines you By the air you breath By the trust you break This system. it's designs you How you sow your seed How you bend to take We live in a society. Not in an economy. You've just got to trust in me, i'm all you need, I am the air you breath just in out in and then you're filled With me I'm sending billboards to space, there's nothing i won't do To sell my shit right on to you.