Living
Look at all those people
Living in those places
The look of desperation
Written on their faces
No escape, no way out
Trapped in a circle of doubt
Are they happy? I don't know
Pocket are empty, there's nothing to show
Living, just living
Hyped out of this, I crapped out on that
I'm tired, give me something
Is that all there is? Is that all there is?
Not much hope for any future
No desire to recall the past
Lower standards of education
Hard to think when your stomach is empty
Procreation, no conscience, no caution
Another one, look what's you've done
Soon another mouth to feed
Babies for income, you can't tell me that
Living, just living
Hyped out of this, I crapped out on that
I'm tired, give me something
Is that all there is? Is that all there is?
Walls of many colors
Look at what they're saying
Territorial frustration
There's a war zone inside this nation
A young man stands accused
Street light, nothing new
Filled with anger, filled with hatred
The situation, understated
Living, just living
Hyped out of this, I crapped out on that
I'm tired, give me something
Is that all there is? Is that all there is?
Living in those places
The look of desperation
Written on their faces
No escape, no way out
Trapped in a circle of doubt
Are they happy? I don't know
Pocket are empty, there's nothing to show
Living, just living
Hyped out of this, I crapped out on that
I'm tired, give me something
Is that all there is? Is that all there is?
Not much hope for any future
No desire to recall the past
Lower standards of education
Hard to think when your stomach is empty
Procreation, no conscience, no caution
Another one, look what's you've done
Soon another mouth to feed
Babies for income, you can't tell me that
Living, just living
Hyped out of this, I crapped out on that
I'm tired, give me something
Is that all there is? Is that all there is?
Walls of many colors
Look at what they're saying
Territorial frustration
There's a war zone inside this nation
A young man stands accused
Street light, nothing new
Filled with anger, filled with hatred
The situation, understated
Living, just living
Hyped out of this, I crapped out on that
I'm tired, give me something
Is that all there is? Is that all there is?
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Joseph Schloss, Keith Clark, Darren Lipscomb
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