hearing all about a situation and the only thing 
illuminated is a tragedy:
the loss of commonality.
and the languages of economics tell of millions of 
people removed from their homes,
talking revenue, it just seems so cynical.

and i've been searching for some answers,
but they're getting hard to find.
we've got problems.
they're not solved by shouting down those men in suits.
they don't care. they don't care at all.

hear the prophets of a false salvation,
selling answers on a tv station.
the politics of scapegoats have not gone out of style.
confused and angry,
and trying to make sense of the loss they feel,
but don't know what to call.

and the problems of the least generation
are the roots taken hold in mine.
where the politics of self preservation
are the cause of a state of mind.
and i've been searching for some answers,
but they're getting hard to find.
yeah. they're getting hard to find.

and we've been running down these halls before,
searching for change in the houses of permanence.
and retraced steps won't take us nowhere at all.