i wake up
wake up
too late
life is passing by
i walk outside
i see pain and suffering
under the eyes
that are glassed over
plastic
zombies
all around me
what do i have to do
what do i have to do
what do i have to do
to get through to you
i feel like i am a prisoner
in the city
i can’t go a mile
without something trying to
control my mind
come to me
buy me
serve me
be me
i just want to be free
what do i have to do
what do i have to do
what do i have to do
no one wants to talk to me
except to sell me something
no one wants to be with me
they want to be with my
social status
my identity
is classified
by popularity
what do i have to do
what do i have to do
what do i have to do
to set them free
i can’t scream loud enough
to tear the wall down
plastic
zombies
all around me