We are all part of the problem
Wasting away, confused, alone
We are all part of the system
Confined by self-imposed limitations

This is the disease of our dreams
A reason to stop and look upon the world
A reason to unravel the mystery of the lies we are told

You could have extended a hand
Any time you wanted
You could have pulled us from the fire
But instead you let us burn on your mantle

We don't want to be your trophies anymore