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