Look at all those people livin' in those places

The look of desparation's written on their faces

No escape, no way out

Trapped in a circle of doubt

Are they happy? I don't know

Pocket your emptiness, what does it show?



Living, just living

I've got a miss, I'm trapped on a map

I'm tired to be something

Is god all there is? Is god all there is?



Not much hope for any future

No desire to recall the past

Lower standards of education

Hard to think when your stomach's empty

Procreation, no concious, no caution

Another one, look what's you've done

Soon another mouth to feed

Babies for income, you can't be doing that



Thoughts of many colors

Look at what they're saying

Territorial frustration

There is a war zone inside this nation

Young man stands accused

Street light, nothing new

Filled with anger, filled with hatred

The situation understated