Everyone is a piece of the puzzle
a piece of the system, no man is an island
a single turning gear in the machine
we used to have a purpose and we used to dream
we traded it all in to feel secure
at the expense of all that we'd hoped for
the grinding wheels grind on until we're dead
what about all we were told as children?
they said "you can be anything that you want"
now we're all grown up and our lives are fucking burnt
we work til we die and cant hope for more
you can live and be facile, or you can die (and be poor)
that's it, this is the world
we're the walking dead, we're forced to be glad
we're led by the hand, shoved off the edge
i dont want this lifestyle im being force fed
everyone gets fucking lost in the shuffle
it hardens you up or you crack from the pressure
the past just blurs and fucking fades away
you're left standing alone facing another day
it's always downhill, it always gets worse
this "gift of life" can seem like its such a fucking curse
they said "you can be anything that you want"
now we're all grown up and our lives are fucking burnt
we work til we die and cant hope for more
you can live and be facile, or you can die (and be poor)
that's it, this is the world
we're the walking dead, we're forced to be glad
we're led by the hand, shoved off the edge
and im being force fed
walking dead, walking dead, walking dead, we are the walking dead.
we are the walking dead.
we are the walking dead.
we are the walking dead.