You've got a good job and a great life

Strong belief in the afterlife

Spend all your time complaining

So you really should be thinking

Of those people you think you're above

I think I've seen this one before

Where the lead man stumbles through the door

Idolize his statue, like on the outside

But inside he's rotten to the core



You must think that it's so important

You can't keep your nights from your days

Now it's gotten too deep

And you can't fall asleep

You couldn't keep your ghost awake



You think you've got it figured out this time

Hoping that luck pays the bills

Nicotine and a drama queen is all you have left

But inside you're dying for more



You must think that it's so important

You can't keep your nights from your days

Now it's gotten too deep

And you can't fall asleep

You couldn't keep your ghost awake



Come on tell him you love

Help this man rise above this

Blasphemy and tyranny

Come on tell him you love

Help this man rise above

This blasphemy, this tyranny

The circuitry of everything

It's blinding me, it's crippling

You would be thinking that it's just so important

But I know we're supposed to be afraid

Now you've gone too far

You're not what you want to be

(Not what you want to be)

Now you're not what you want to be