I'm feeling the collective of soulless individuals willfully plank walk to there demise crash collisions attack those living in order to riddle such massive lies the vasnest finds entrapment kind with tables that mask there lies were lottery pickpockets hopefull poverty victims to change there lives such hatred within our own complaints with why but patriots just hooray and just say there frustrationowning militias but hesitate to try I'm feeling the collective of soulless individuals Walking through the city, feeling so residual Lost in the crowd, feeling so invisible Trying to find my way, feeling so critical They say money talks, but it ain't saying much In a world full of greed, where they clutch and they clutch I'm just trying to find my way, trying to keep in touch With my soul, with my spirit, with that inner touch But it's hard when the world's so cold And the people around me just do what they're told I'm feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders But I'll keep pushing through, I'll keep getting bolder I refuse to be just another clone I refuse to let my spirit be overthrown I'll rise above the noise, I'll make my own tone I'll stand tall, I'll stand strong, I'll stand alone