It′s amazing that you never called (Never called)
We can call this a phenomena (Phenomena)
Hours of you running through my thoughtsAll of this led to insomnia
Trickle down the money; I might trickle up your bridges
Substantiate the cause; I'm suspicious of your business
Establish hierarchy since none of that switches
Mask the motives; pretend to be conducive
It′s incontrovertible ideas are contagious
They weave through litigations with a patent malfeasance
They need you to be complacent; all of this is planned placement
Stay in your lane's another way to say stay basic
Making sure they break you is the reason they are prodigal
Obtain that this is up to your advantage they're fanatical
Single-minded-they′re not clever; you can pull the lever
There′s a backdoor to everything; nothing is forever
Nothing is anything, defeat the definition
With brightly colored dreams they diffuse the opposition
Let's diffuse the separation; we can see eye to eye
Refuse the ostentation; you are free to choose denial
It′s amazing that you never called
We can call this a phenomenon
Hours of you running through my thoughts
All of this led to insomnia
It's amazing that you never called (Never called)
We can call this a phenomena (Phenomena)
Hours of you running through my thoughts
All of this led to insomnia
Facebook is hypnosis-mind-control
It′s easy to be persuaded if we think we all agree
Hive-minded slaves is the goal of the elites
They want to strip you of your personality
Information's too accessible
The elite tries to cloud it up, or at least diverge your thoughts
And now we′re doing this to ourselves
We're just here to wish ourselves to hell
As we reach a great depression, what will make it better?
Elect a socialist so we can tax Kylie Jenner
We'd all be keeping up then
We′d be keeping up with something
We should keep up with the rates of poverty, modestly
As long as we can keep ourselves out of mediocrity
This is an anomaly
We can tell it how it is like it′s odyssey
(Oh Well) Excuse me, I've lost my conscious
Can you help me find it?
It′s so damn hard to see from behind closed eyelids
So fed up with this life that I'm living
But success is the only gift that keeps on giving
It′s that next dollar-the next paycheck
It's the fact that this life has got me impatient
And I try not to show I′m stressed
Just play it off like it's the usual
But the fact of the matter is we cannot avoid this truth no more
It's that next paycheck-that one last patron
It′s the fact that society has got me impatient
And you′re goddamn right, I'm stressed
And I′m biting at my cuticles
Maybe it's the fact that I didn′t want to end up in a fucking cubicle
You see, us humans, we weren't meant to be put in cages
But whether it′s the nine-to-five or the five-to-nine
The forty-hour workweek enslaves us
And It enrages me (Oh Well)
That this is what's become of the American dream
From birth we're taught that money is king
Your needs, your wants, desires can all be fulfilled by money
Without money, how would society function?
Without money, how would you survive?
Through media, we are culturally manipulated by the corporations who control this country
And as a result, the majority of the population is stuck living their entire lives
Struggling to earn just enough money to buy all the things that they never even needed in the first place
(Oh Well) The average working-class American will put in 40 hours a week, 50 weeks a year, for 45 years
That′s 90,000 hours or 4,000 days; that′s 10 entire years skimmed from the fabric that defines our mortal lives
You see, us, humans, weren't meant to be only wages
It enrages me that this has been what′s become of the American dream
