These endless isles of commercial piles
with millions of items for miles and miles
Sometimes I suddenly feel like my own worst enemy
I can't help but wonder
Somewhere in this place are we all just on display
And everywhere I see machines spewing out
Our violated dreams and,
And finally I cannot breathe
I cry out, but who will hear my screams?
I steer clear of my peers
Stampeding humans are everywhere
Sometimes I suddenly feel like my own worst enemy
I can't help but wonder
Somewhere in this place are we all just on display
And everywhere I see machines spewing out
Our violated dreams and,
And finally I cannot breathe
I cry out, but who will hear my screams?
Who will hear me?
And everywhere I see machines spewing out
Our violated dreams and,
And finally I cannot breathe
I cry out, but who will hear my screams?
And everywhere this factory
Just goes on
Into eternity and
I know I've fallen in too deep
I cry out, but who will hear my screams?
Who will hear me?
