The roaring sound of passing cars sings the song of modern life
And it squeals and lingers on the wind
And with a mouth full of dirt it comes and it stings
Reminding us of what we are
Screaming at us we’ve gone too far
But is this all we’ve become?
A succession of passing lights running upon the asphalt’s charm
Racing towards what we all know… consumerism key-in-hand
Slowly being expropriated of our own lives by faceless lines
Seize the chance kid, to become a walking commercial
Seize the chance kid… and cheer up, cheer up!
Because every day teaches us there are barriers to cross and crosses to bear
If their weight melts the line between justice and revenge
Should we care?
Would you care?
Because I won’t.
I learnt our pain matches their game, so to claim both now is legitimate.