A World That We Never Made

Don't fuck with perfection, this really is a masterpiece

The brainchild of assholes with everything to lose

Hell bent on forcing the burden of a religion

That demands if you're fucked, you'll stay fucked forever

Try to kill the sound of all your hopes and dreams

It's easy street inside the gears of their machines

Yeah, we do what we can to get by

Like holding back the urge to walk into traffic and when

The workers' rights start cutting into the profits, what's left

Eleven hours days leave you just enough to forget them

It's just a choice between a gun or a bottle, don't know

Which one you'll teach for when you punch out tomorrow

So now get busy dying, or get busy forgetting

There's no way to win in a world that you never made

It's reliable failure we've all come to know

At the end of the day misery is all alone

The american dream is just saltpeter and shame

And now we're desperately grabbing a fistful of rain

Try to kill the sound of all your hopes and dreams

It's easy street inside the gears of their machines

Well we do what we can do

Yeah, just do what you can to get by

And stay right where they want you

What's there to hold onto

Things that will haunt you

Night after night after night

Stay right where they want you

You might believe that it's all true

Can you ignore what will haunt you

Every single night

All our fears just to keep us down

There's nothing here on our side of town

Nothing's saved, it's been replaced

Now it's buried in the rubble of a world that we never made