(0358) resulting chaos

economy drags my soul to sleep. waiting for another check.
they keep saying it's gonna be alright. it doesn't bother them to waste their breath.
they're lost inside their imagination where up is down and day is night.
i had to wake up early just so i could help keep their destructive dreams alive.
people dying left and right, and everyone's a little numb.
i turn on a tv set and realize how dumb culture has become so i start to believe we surely must be fucked.

equality, well what does that mean? does that mean we're all the same?
i don't even know myself anymore, but i know we can't live without all this rain.
gutters are overflowing now, and there's problems we can't fix.
it's all a waste of time when you're numb, but when you're not, it hits you like a ton of bricks.
i can only stay awake and try to keep walking away.
i'm imagining many things myself, but i've gotta keep a steady pace so i disappear and never leave a trace.