You’re stuck in illusion of making a difference
Like a gear in a huge machine
You don’t live, you only exist
 [bad word] like a drama queen

I don’t owe you anything, you know that
And I wonder will you ever break out

Gladly consuming the garbage, they stuff in your filthy face
You’re clueless about what’s happening
Your image’s been lost in time and space
Among the dust of insignificance 

I don’t owe you anything, you know that
And I wonder will you ever break out
You keep making up stupid excuses 
You’re the people’s last thing to talk about