Sick

I beg your attention

From my generation

This is all your fault

You feed me distractions

& sell misdirections

This is all your fault

The blind are tying to lead the way

It's time someone had something to say

But nothing changes we're all strangers

Faces in the crowd

If these are the choices we get from our voices

Then you can count me out

Lay me down Over the Ocean Where the good life still exists

Lay me down Under the Covers Cause this life makes me

Sick

We're alienated suppressed and sedated

This is all your fault

Don't want compensation from your hate corporation

This is all your fault

The lost are trying to lead the way

The cost is left for us to pay

But nothin' changes we're all strangers faces in the crowd

If these are the choices we get from our voices then

You can count me out

I beg your attention

From my generation

This is all your fault

I am not discouraged

Or the slightest bit nervous

You've been voted out