Look at the dead outside my window
Wonder what's on their mind?
Why do they run?
They all seem to have a mission
But then they cry themselves to sleep
You receive what you give
And this is like nothing
I feel like s**t
But at least I feel something
Is this all you meant to be?
There are marks in the pavement
You've walked this route too many times
What if I changed the signs?
Would you even take notice?
Is this all you have to give?
So... March... Straight jacket union...
In chains - surrender