Faith is gone
Chips are cashed
The American Dream
Is covered in ash
Milk is spilled
Sheets unwashed
And radiant blandness is the topic of talk
Oh
And all I can think of is suicide
With no courage, to take my own life
We don't matter and we don't mind
Players kneel
The traps we've sprung
Political nonsense
Money and bombs
Disbelief
In real songs
Just give them some Xanax, beats and microphones
Oh
And all I can think of is suicide
With no courage to take my own life
We don't matter and we don't mind
Oh, I don't mind