Uploaded March 2014 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
Track Number 2 of the album called The Speakeasy.
LYRICS:
I'm searching for the words.
I'm looking for a way to renew my faith in Humanity.
Are people born bad?
Are people born good, or passive and control way too easily?
Something must have happened along the way to cause this selfishness and hate.
This green and need for things, everywhere I look it's take, take, take, take.
You can close your eyes and live in this dream that you've made.
I promise you one night you'll wake up screaming
to the realization all of this is fake.
I promise you for some this night will never end, will never end.
I'm trying to find a way to understand how people justify how much they take.
White collared crimes by well dress thieves everyday in the casinos on Wall Street.
Take from the penniless, they die of thirst while your cup overfills.
This greed and need to control, everywhere I look it's take, take, take, take.
You can close your eyes and live in this dream that you've made.
I promise you one night you'll wake up screaming
to the realization all of this is fake.
I promise you for some this night will never end, will never end.
There are monsters among us.
There are some you can't see.
They're disguised in their suits, nice shoes and ties,
and they take vengeance on ethics and honesty.
Can somebody tell me who's left to trust in this world?
A golden pass for the upper class.
A place on the bus for the rest of us.
There are monsters among us.
There are some you can't see.
They're disguised in their suits, nice shoes and ties,
and they take vengeance on ethics and honesty.
Can somebody tell me who's left to trust in this world?
A golden pass for the upper class.
A place on the bus for the rest of us.
There are monsters among us.
There are some you can't see.
They're disguised in their suits, nice shoes and ties,
and they take vengeance on ethics and honesty.
Can somebody tell me who's left to trust in this world?
A golden pass for the upper class.
A place on the bus for the rest of us.
No copyright infringement intended. Uploaded for simple and personal pleasure. It's not my intention to violate any copyright.
Track Number 2 of the album called The Speakeasy.
LYRICS:
I'm searching for the words.
I'm looking for a way to renew my faith in Humanity.
Are people born bad?
Are people born good, or passive and control way too easily?
Something must have happened along the way to cause this selfishness and hate.
This green and need for things, everywhere I look it's take, take, take, take.
You can close your eyes and live in this dream that you've made.
I promise you one night you'll wake up screaming
to the realization all of this is fake.
I promise you for some this night will never end, will never end.
I'm trying to find a way to understand how people justify how much they take.
White collared crimes by well dress thieves everyday in the casinos on Wall Street.
Take from the penniless, they die of thirst while your cup overfills.
This greed and need to control, everywhere I look it's take, take, take, take.
You can close your eyes and live in this dream that you've made.
I promise you one night you'll wake up screaming
to the realization all of this is fake.
I promise you for some this night will never end, will never end.
There are monsters among us.
There are some you can't see.
They're disguised in their suits, nice shoes and ties,
and they take vengeance on ethics and honesty.
Can somebody tell me who's left to trust in this world?
A golden pass for the upper class.
A place on the bus for the rest of us.
There are monsters among us.
There are some you can't see.
They're disguised in their suits, nice shoes and ties,
and they take vengeance on ethics and honesty.
Can somebody tell me who's left to trust in this world?
A golden pass for the upper class.
A place on the bus for the rest of us.
There are monsters among us.
There are some you can't see.
They're disguised in their suits, nice shoes and ties,
and they take vengeance on ethics and honesty.
Can somebody tell me who's left to trust in this world?
A golden pass for the upper class.
A place on the bus for the rest of us.
No copyright infringement intended. Uploaded for simple and personal pleasure. It's not my intention to violate any copyright.
