CALL ME NAIEVE YOU CAN CALL ME A CYNIC
I PLAY THE GAME BUT MY HEARTS NOT IN IT, SO IS IT KARMA OR IS IT FATE ? WHEN I LEAVE MY SOUL AT THE FACTORY GATE

EVERYDAY ITS THE SAME OLD PEOPLE, BACKSTABBIN PETTY DECEITFUL, I DONT LET EM' GET ME DOWN CAUSE WHEN THE WEEKEND COMES WE'RE HITTING THE TOWN

WHEN THEY CRANK THE AMPS AND THE LIGHTS GO DOWN, BEATS PULSATING AND IM BOUNCING AROUND, BURYING MY PROBLEMS, IM PUTTING THEM ALL TO BED CAUSE YOU ARE A LONG TIME DEAD

AM I WRONG AM I PESSIMISTIC ? FALL IN LINE JUST ANOTHER STATISTIC, KNEEL AND PREY AT THE CORPORATE ALTER, THIS PLASTIC CULTURE NEVER FALTERS
SAME OLD FACES EVERYDAY, BLANK EXPRESSIONS WASTE OF SPACE, DONT LET THE BASTARDS GET ME DOWN CAUSE WHEN THE WEEKEND COMES WERE HITTIN THE TOWN