Seemingly stuck in an overcome system
That claims so much more than we need
So tricky and far from any wisdom
It digs in your pockets far too deep
I'm just an innocent victim of miseducation
A case study coming of age
If you don't mind I would like to relax
While you tell me that same old story again
That things will losen their halt
They will burst at the seams
You will see
I changed my attitude twice
For a number of reasons
For the sake of the fleeting idea
Relentlessly chasing for private belongings
Less worth than an old souvenir
But things will losen their halt
They will burst at the seams
You will see
There are no pockets in a shroud
And it's getting much too loud
In here