I wonder if we'll ever look beyond the flesh to see the soul inside

I wonder if our rights and wrongs could mesh, and we could find our stride Hollywood, make me a machine so my gears will only turn for the dollar Moving units, feeding bullshit-the pay is better when you make em holler

Each and every one of us were architects

Taught to design a death that we could live with

The beauty and the filth, and the logic on a tilt

We must've measured wrong-look at this wreck we built

Creativity gets lost in the shuffle of this so called business

One wrong move, and your once loyal friends will disown you with a twisted quickness

By all means, you deserve a cut for giving your life to these dreams So sad to see when spite meets the greed, and then lawyers convene It's not robbery, but you could've fooled me