At the end of the night it dawned on you
That what they'd sold you had no actual value
Disguised as a good deed they had you believe
And you bought into your own implicit inferiority
But when you look at the ones around you
Just in the right light
I guarantee you'll feel an odd sensation
And shivers will run down your spine
Here come the walking dead
I screamed "Hello?!", is there anybody out there who I can count on?
Someone who's not been misled just yet?
I look for someone who believes in promises
And not just the printed paper that you can buy them with
'Cause it corrupts your personality
And your whole way of life
I guarantee that one day you'll see
The price was way to high