You are pretty
To me
Beneath the surface
I scheme
You seem privy
To me
Beneath the surface
You scream
Backdoor alley
The sting
Twenty minutes
Obscene
Broken spirit
The fate
Streetlight saviors
Too late
Why does it seem to me
That there's a price tag on our decency?
There's a fire sale on what's not free
Has this become our reality?
Why does it seem to me
That there's a price tag on our decency?
There's a fire sale on what's not free
Wake up now this is reality
No more money
New slaves
Courtroom teardrops
So grave
Checks and balance
What's that?
Bribe and tip of
The hat
Why does it seem to me
That there's a price tag on our decency?
There's a fire sale on what's not free
Has this become our reality?
Why does it seem to me
That there's a price tag on our decency?
There's a fire sale on what's not free
Wake up now this is reality
So a father tells a child
To hold the hate inside
Forgetting that his scars
Run deeper than his pride
And is it too much to ask
That we stop living in the past?
Is it too much to ask
That we stop living in the past?
Why does it seem to me
That there's a price tag on our decency?
There's a fire sale on what's not free
Has this become our reality?
Why does it seem to me
That there's a price tag on our decency?
There's a fire sale on what's not free
Wake up now this is reality, yeah!
Why does it seem to me
That there's a price tag on our decency?
There's a fire sale on what's not free
Has this become our reality?
Why does it seem to me
That there's a price tag on our decency?
There's a fire sale on what's not free
Wake up now this is reality