I'm so sick of it all
The way that you cover it up
How can you smile and be so corrupt?
If all that I can do is run, come chase me
This fiat currency industry is taking control of everybody
This is life
We're told to follow and line-up

It's a new me
It's a new beginning
From a cruel dream, to the way things are supposed to be

I'm so tired of what I've been seeing
The headlines are telling it all
How can we be so naive and believe it?
They're just writing down lies on the wall
And the walls are falling down
And the whole world can see it now
From the messages we're casting out
I hope to God that the bottles won't sink down

For our neighbors living on the streets
For the lives that we lost out at sea
For the message we sent out in bottles under the lighthouse
And crimson waters bleed while these grown men sleep
Dreaming of money instead of counting sheep

Everyone all feels the pain, but no one is making it change
And all of these rules have to break before we can change anything