(Huh huh)
How did we
Find ourselves
In this mirage it's not
Home it's hell
How could we
Know ourselves
When all we know is just
Smoke and stone
(Ahhh ahh ahh)
(Ahhh ahh ahh)
We turn on ourselves when we've been
Spun around too many times
The powers above aren't gods
Just mortal men with artificial spines
Yeah yeah
(Oh)
Do you really think
That wealth can set you free
We're just crabs in a bucket
And they laugh as we compete
You've never felt the sand on your feet
Hands in the grass or teeth on the street
You've never felt your head start to bleed
When the rug gets pulled right out from underneath
I'm starting to wonder if there's even anything
Inside that thick skull anyway
We turn on ourselves when we've been
Spun around too many times
The powers above aren't gods
Just mortal men with artificial spines
They converge above like clouds
They hypnotize
Propagandize
Playing us for fools
And the worst part is that
I know they're right
Who gets it the worst
Never deserves it
When things are this hopeless
Our anger is aimless
(Yeah)
(Oh)
How did we
Find ourselves
In this mirage it's not
Home it's hell
