i'm tired of the waste
and all the little pay
a living i can't scrape
and dream to run away
but if i don't just fade
i'm really just afraid
i'll burn out in a blaze
of embers hiding rage

my shoulders start to tense
my brow begins to sweat
drowning for a breath
the flood inside my head
the world begins to spin
faster than it is
i ought to reach for help
but instead i make a fist
as the signals start to blur
i see another world
no more suffer undeserved
the perpetrators hurt
make it to the top
throw the man to the ground
as he falls his money flies
to the ones he's keeping down!

hey, what you keep saying
start to sound crazy
but the world's gone mad
for better or worse (heaven and hell)
go hand in hand
the things i've always dreamed
and the thoughts i've always had

if somehow we escape
to find a better place
i hope it's not the war
that everybody claims
as i look out to the shore
from my six figure ride
who'd i have to run down
to take what is now mine
the desert holds a bar
the sky is crimson ink
a woman turns around
to order the same drink
the jekyll to my hyde
the bonnie to my clyde
we kick a barricade
and they won't take us alive!

i will hold you tight
and keep you close
until the ride is over
or at least tonight
i just need a place
no force for change
but an invitation
to love against hate