Lyric

Listen close, my friend, I’ll tell you

A tale from the land of comedy

A kingdom built on shallow lies

Swollen pride and vanity

Oh my friend, where is the truth?

Why does life keep getting harder still?

Everything’s weighed in cash and gold

From the road we walk to the filth we spill

One day, even air won’t be free to breathe

I’m sick of living in this land

Where everything is sold so cheap by greedy hands

What else can a fool like me even do?

Just scream my anger through this broken view

Listen close, my friend, and wonder

Why’s it so hard to find a job today?

Just to live has become a struggle

And to work, you must first pay

They want a hero for one small role

While a thousand rivals crush your soul

Oh my friend, where is the truth?

Why does life keep getting harder still?

Everything’s weighed in cash and gold

From the road we walk to the filth we spill

One day, even air won’t be free to breathe

I’m sick of living in this land

Where everything is sold so cheap by greedy hands

What else can a fool like me even do?

Just scream my anger through this broken view

Is this freedom or a circus act?

Every promise fades, then stabs your back

If justice hides, then let me shout

Until the lies are bleeding out

I’m sick of living in this land

Where everything is sold so cheap by greedy hands

What else can a fool like me even do?

Just scream my anger through this broken view

Yeah, my friend…

This media’s the only place I can cry

The only place I can survive