The promise is gone 
New lines are drawn 
Starting the process, circling the drain 
Force them out, take it back, make something new 
Societal cancer, dysmorphic fiend 
Holding us back, we want to live 
Forced this upon us, we're not the culprits 
They are the ones with [bad word] incentives 
Outside that door, handouts and gutter 
This is your choice, this is your choice 
Brought down on you by rich shabby men 
Preaching proudly of freedom of expression 
How are we to express ourselves between nine to five? 
What of us? 
Are we to work for the rest of our lives? 
For a liberal [bad word] ideal 
Marching to collapse on feet of clay