Scared of what tomorrow holds
So we have doubts about fate
Because we don't want to believe
That we can't change the horrid reality
Scared we have to live a worn path
And we can't create our own
Now were mad that we were born
So we stop trying to change
An begin to beg for change
Hit the streets as thugs and bums
Ashamed to look up at gods or even nuns
Excuses created and fronts put up
Afraid to show fear
To any other peer
Show weakness an lose respect
So you remain in a cautious state
Never putting the truth on the plate
Swear you makin it
But never worked hard for shit
I guess that's why you're here
Asleep by train tracks.
Asleep on desk
Asleep in the Back / Coming Second
Asleep Next to Science