Well there's a war over seas and a battle on the home front.
Don't know what we need, or agree on what we don't want.
But we proceed to keep looking for a shortcut
to satisfy our greedy needs to no avail with no luck.
Oh fuck, what do we have here?
The same headlines that appeared for the past year.
Same drunk fight we had over the last beer.
Still having trouble pin-pointing exact fears.
And that's weird, so I'm running for the hills.
A dollar for the bus and another for a meal.
Might not be in 2012 but the end is coming still.
I'm just trying to avoid all that blood that's gonna spill.
There's gotta be an end to that,
feel like atlas at this moment but my body's bending backwards.
Faster...we all fall down,
'til life's last moment is beyond all sounds.