The boy had a dream that was k**ed over time
So he found solace in working a 9 to 5
A zombie by morning, he squanders his day
Just to go home to watch zombies on his T.V.
He don't know this ain't life
Complacency has its price
The girl, disenchanted with her own design
Sold her identity to a collective mind
She speaks to the soundtrack of the city's sound
But questions her morals when no one's around
She don't know how to feel
This identity isn't real
It's real to me